Chapter 30

I was nice while we talked things out, but now she needs a correction. Kendra royally fucked up by keeping this pregnancy to herself. When I enter the bedroom, she's stretched out on the four-poster bed, naked. I stand at the foot and admire her luscious body sprawled out. Damn. I can't take my eyes off her. There are so many ways I want to take her.

I run my hand over the barely there swell of her stomach. The one I put there. I've always been indifferent to pregnant women, but when it's my child she's pregnant with? Holy hell. My cock could punch a hole through sheet metal. I plan on fucking her into next week, but first…

"What are you thinking about?"

"How I want to punish you."

She cocks her head to the side, a lopsided smile. "Punish me?"

"You didn't think you would skip out on telling me you were pregnant without getting a punishment, did you?" The surprise on her face tells me she did. "You wanted a daddy… Daddies discipline."

I open her closet, hoping for a belt but only find a slew of scarves. I'll make it work. I touch each of them, selecting the ones that will best suit my needs.

"Your safe word is—"

"Harder, Daddy?"

"No." I cut my eyes to her before returning my attention to the scarves. "That smart mouth isn't doing you any favors."

"Seems a bit wordy, don't you think?" she snarks. After choosing the last scarf, I establish myself at the corner of the bed.

"Your safeword is Mr. Sullivan. Crawl to the end of the bed," I say, wrapping one of the scarves around the corner post. She gets to her knees. "Crawl." I remind her, and she does. "Lay down."

With her head now at the foot of the bed, she relaxes on her back.

"Hand." Her eyes bounce between me and the scarf. "Hand," I say a second time.

She nervously holds her wrist out for me to secure. Afterward, I make my way around the bed, restraining each of her limbs until she's starfished before me. Then I carefully pluck a handful of long-stemmed roses from the vase and drop them beside her on the bed. I pull my shirt over my head and remove my pants but not before wrenching my belt out first. Her eyes widen. I've been straining against my boxers for far too long, it's a relief to push them down.

"Shit," she whispers.

With the belt still in my fist, I climb onto the bed and straddle her waist. Folding the belt tightly in half, I plant a hand beside her head and use the belt to lift her chin. Her eyes are wild, the anticipation mixing with a hint of fear. I love it. I pluck one of the long-stemmed roses from the small pile, careful to keep my fingers between the thorns, and draw the petals between her breasts, then outline her nipples.

"There is no rose without thorns, baby girl. In order to enjoy something that is beautiful and pleasurable, you must also endure something that is difficult or painful."

With that, I take the belt and slap the side of her breast. She jolts, but after the surprise wears off, a slow smile grows and she licks her lips.

"Dirty girl, already hungry for my cum, aren't you?"

Her eager nod is adorable.

"That's too bad." The hope in her eyes fades as I stroke my shaft, using the bead of precum to lubricate myself. My cock is yearning for her. This is as much a punishment for me as it is for her, but it's necessary.

"I'm sorry for not telling you earlier." She's desperate now. "Let me make it up to you?"

"You are going to make it up to me."

Her gaze drops to my dick glossy with precum. I almost forgot how much of a cum princess she is. I move off her, stand at the edge of the bed near her head, place a knee next to her shoulder, and cup a hand behind her neck. From here, I have a perfect view of her body, which I will enjoy watching as she takes me down her throat.

"Make it up to me, Kendra."

She angles her head toward me and opens her mouth for my cock, allowing me to feed it in. Shit. The second her wicked tongue drags over me, I know I'm in trouble. This will take serious concentration to not finish early. She's expecting me to come in her mouth, but that would be giving her what she wants. It wouldn't be a correction. I take a deep inhale through my nose. "That's my good girl," I growl.

Bracing myself on a knee, I lean forward and work the belt underneath her. Next, I gather the ends in my fist, lift, and pull her back off the bed. I grab all but one of the roses from the small pile beside her and position them underneath before slowly lowering her and releasing the belt. As soon as the thorns prick her soft skin, she arches her back off the bed. Her mouth protests.

"You've been a thorn in my side for weeks… Now it's your turn."

She moans, and I pick up the last rose, using it to caress her skin while she takes me down her throat. Her tits are pushed toward me, and I focus on circling her nipples again. Fuck, she's gorgeous.

"It's hard arching your back with each of your limbs stretched out, isn't it?"

She mumbles a "Yes" around my cock, and I trail the flower between her breasts and to her stomach, where she's using all her core strength. I slowly spell out my name using the tip of the flower. Her arms begin to shake.

"Are you getting tired?"

She nods again and groans, but there's anger behind it. Can't say I blame her. First, I deny her an orgasm, and now I've got her literally bending over backward for me.

"Eventually, your muscles will fatigue and you'll be unable to support yourself, but you know this already… because your shoulders are starting to shake."

I lean forward on one arm to bring the petaled tip between her thighs. Her pleasure vibrates around my cock. I draw the rose up the center, and over her clit.

"Can you make me come before you collapse?" She definitely can. The question is, can I hold out until the last second? I cluck my tongue. "I don't think you're going to make it."

Her thighs shake as the muscles in her core tire. She hollows her cheeks, sucking harder, and flits her tongue over my crown, and I growl. Fuck . I slip out of her mouth and guide her lips back to me. Then I trace her pussy with the rose in retaliation, and she groans around me. The sound is a combination of sex and weariness.

I continue the feather touches as I observe my work. Her breasts jiggle as every muscle in her body shakes. Her brown nipples are so hard I can't resist flicking one. The only thing that would make this better is if I put bells on her ankles so I could hear the sweet jingle of her torture. She focuses her attention on the head of my dick, and I almost lose it. My breathing increases as my attempts to remain calm are tested. I remove one of the rose stems from underneath her.

I push into her throat until she gags. Taking it a step further, I crook her neck slightly, allowing me to burrow deeper. In this position, I can slide another rose out from under her, letting the sharp thorns graze her skin. When it's gone, she rests her upper back more easily and sighs. This time she blinks up at me with appreciation and something akin to devotion. The only stem left is below the small of her back.

Moving my hand between her thighs, I sweep my thumb over her labia. Not giving her the relief she needs, she thrashes her legs, causing her to accidentally press against a thorn. She flinches and arches her back harder, her ankles still held tightly in place by restraints. God, she must be fucking exhausted.

I lean over and notice a damp spot on the comforter beneath her. She's dripping. Reaching over, I part her lips, and she pauses, waiting for the flower to kiss her where she's most sensitive, but instead, I strike her clit. She quakes, teetering on the edge of losing control. Shit, I can't hold out any longer.

"You going to swallow my cum, baby girl?"

Kendra nods enthusiastically around my length.

She's really going to hate this. In one fluid movement, I toss the last rose out from under her back and tear away from her lips, then stand on the floor beside her. She whines, "No!" when she realizes she's not getting anything. "Sully!"

Once I gather my composure, I make my way toward the head of the bed and untie one of her ankles, then climb on and lean over to untie her other ankle. She draws up both knees, and I situate myself between her legs and run my hands from her ankles up her trembling calves and thighs until I can tease my thumbs over her hip bones. Is she shaking because her muscles are strained or because she hasn't gotten to come?

She glares at me. "What the fuck?!"

It's impossible not to chuckle as she wiggles, trying to get out of her wrist restraints.

I almost feel bad. Almost .

"This was a punishment, remember?"

"Are you at least going to let me come?" she asks, realization crossing over her features.

I shake my head. "No, baby."

"What?! I'm sorry, Sully! I'm sorry!"

I force her legs open wide and smile at how slick she is. Her pussy is begging much harder than she is.

"Sully." Her big eyes well up. "That's not fair."

"It's more than fair."

"Please? Please?"

I chuck her chin. "Cheer up. I'll let you come next time."

"No! I want to come now! I'm aching!" she begs. "If you don't, I'll just make myself come."

I sigh. "Looks like you're going to be in those restraints a lot longer… Don't threaten me, sweetheart."

For that, she can watch me finish myself off. I blow a soft stream of air on her clit and fist my cock. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. I want to taste her. It's been too long. She cries out. When my eyes find hers, she looks distraught. Tears run down her cheeks. Shit, now I do feel bad about it. I'm powerless against her sounds.

"Please, Daddy," she whispers. It's pathetic. Her voice is so sad and weak.

Goddamn it.

A rumble escapes my chest. Despite myself, I stuff two fingers inside her, and she screams, "Oh my god! Yes!"

I shake my head, disappointed in myself as I pump my fingers into her juicy pussy. She's a sloppy fucking mess. I feel myself rising again. "Tell Daddy how sorry you are," I growl. If she's going to manipulate me this way, she will pay for it.

More tears skate down her face as she apologizes profusely. I pull my hand away and spit between her legs.

"You're not going to keep secrets from me, are you?"

She shakes her head.

"Answer me, Kendra."

"No more secrets! I promise, never again!" she says, with more tears. Shit, she's got me wrapped around her finger.

"That's right, baby girl." Cupping her calves, I lift them, and she plants her feet on my shoulders. I spit again, and my saliva drips between her cheeks.

I bore my gaze into hers, hoping to convey my annoyance that she's exploited my weakness.

"I'm wet enough, please, I need to feel you fill up my pussy."

My lips tip up in a smirk. "Oh, sweetheart," I say, chuckling. "I'm not taking your pussy."

I spit on my cock this time and hold the tip to her ass.

Her eyes turn into saucers. "Safeword, remember?" I remind her.

I proceed forward, fitting my crown past the tight knot. Her lips part in shock, but she blinks and nods to continue. After propelling forward, her ass sucks me in, and I exhale the air that was tight in my lungs.

Goddamn .

I'm kind enough to give her a moment to adjust, then I pull out slightly and drive forward. The way her ass is suffocating my cock has me on the brink. She's so tight I can hardly breathe.

"Oh my god," she whispers. Her eyes blink back tears.

"Have you done this before?"

She shakes her head.

Shit. This is one hell of an intro for her. "You use that safeword at any point, understand?"

"I don't want to use it." Her face relaxes when I thrust, and the anxiety in her eyes is replaced with bliss. I hammer in and out, and the moan that leaves her lips has my grip tightening around her thighs. This woman is everything. I'm not supposed to be giving her pleasure but seeing it on her face almost makes me forget why I was mad at her in the first place.

"Thank you," she mutters over and over again with her eyes locked on mine. "Thank you, Daddy." The submissive nature is so sincere and repentant. My thumb rubs circles into her clit, and her legs begin shaking.

Damn, I wasn't going to do this. That's not how this works, that's not how any of this works. But seeing the ecstasy on her face while I fuck her ass and grind my thumb against her sopping clit, no way in hell am I going back.

Fuck it.

I cast the roses off the bed and lean forward, sinking deeper into her ass while I untie her wrists. Her hands clutch my arms tight, and she speaks freely.

"Oh my god," she sobs, the relief in her voice gives me chills. "I've missed your cock. I've missed the way you hold me, the way you fuck me. I've missed you —I've missed you so fucking much, Sully." I swallow her words. They're everything I want to hear. I need to know she's been longing for this as much as I have. Her body limps with exhaustion, yet she still strains to be an active player. I sit on my heels and dig my fingers into her hips as I pick her up and fuck her ass on me. Her lips part, allowing me to further admire her tear-stained cheeks while I drown her in pleasure.

"That's it, baby girl, just relax." She encircles my wrists at her sides, and the devotion in her gaze has me clenching my jaw. I'll do anything to keep her looking at me like that. I want to see it every day for the rest of my life. "You are so beautiful."

Her whimpers are passionate and frenzied.

Fuck me.

Her voice wraps around my heart and fills my chest with pride. With my thighs wedged under her ass, I release one side of her waist and press my thumb to her clit, rubbing circles and watching her eyes light up. Her muscles contract and shiver. "There she is…" I grin, god, I forgot how pretty she is when she comes.

"I think I have to pee."

I smile. "No, you don't, push through it."

Fuck yes, she's about to squirt for the first time. I'm taking two of her firsts tonight, and I could not be more happy.

I drop my chin and spit on my dick so I can pound into her harder, and her chest rises and falls as she takes all of me. "Your cum is as much mine as you are, Kendra. Give it to me."

Her hands find the gold chain at my neck, and she wraps her fist around it.

"Sully…" is all she says before her pussy gushes. She screams and writhes like nothing I've ever seen, and I'm forced to pin her down while she orgasms. As much as I love hearing daddy, nothing beats my name on her lips as she comes. She moans, and her ass puckers around me.

"That's it, baby girl, let me have it."

Her pussy twitches, and I resist shoving my fingers inside. When I finally feel the way her pussy throbs again, it will be around my cock. Watching her shatter sends me over, and I cover her mouth with mine, swiping my tongue over her plush lips as my hot cum pulses inside her. Kendra has destroyed me. I'm hers.