Chapter 4

Mark

I don't have to go far to find my girl. I never do though. Not anymore.

If she's not in the house next to me, she's out here with the animals. The whole menagerie we've accumulated in the six months since we moved out here.

Two weeks after I claimed her, I put my full ownership on her with my last name. A week after that I knew I'd claimed ownership of her womb when the pregnancy test came up positive, and a week after that, we moved out here.

To say people back home were shocked when our marriage hit the papers is a bit of an understatement. The looks we got from the rest of her family and friends of the family were a mixture of the disgusted ones her mother sent us as well as the just confused ones her father did. None of them came to the wedding or knew it was happening before we put the announcement out there. The only witnesses we had was Callie, who knew about Ginny's infatuation with me, and Joann, my old assistant at the office, who knew I was in love with Ginny as well as my plans months before I initiated them.

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 she might 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. We hired 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 any reason. 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.

I groan seeing her open holes and how wet her pussy is. "Such a dirty whore all tied up just begging to be fucked, aren't you? You're dripping, pet. Can't wait for me to fuck that little girl pussy, can you?"

"No," she says making my eyes nearly roll back as pleasure slips through me as she tries to put a hint of disgust in her tone. It's not too convincing but her pussy leaks more as she says it. "I don't want you touching me anymore you dirty old man. I'm not a whore…"

"Says the little bitch that was undressing for me every night until I couldn't stand it and had to take you finally. Fuck this little girl pussy the way you were asking for," I return, enjoying the little ripple that slips through her body at my deeper tone.

My girl got turned on even more when she saw some of the couples playing at the club, heard what they said, how they played. The first time she told me she wanted to play a game while I had her tied up, I wasn't sure how it would really go. She was still so new to all of this and the name calling had been enough to make her blush hotly afterwards. I didn't want to risk her freaking out if we took it too far, but she begged to at least try and if she hated it or if I did, we wouldn't ever have to do it again.

Far from not liking it though, we both loved it, the dynamic and vulnerability it opened up between us. Now, all it took were those words—that no and calling me a dirty old man for me to know when she wants or needs more, and I'll gladly give it to her. Do whatever necessary to give her the intense pleasure she needs.

Our little game is simple enough on the surface. She's the cute little daughter of my hand who's spent years dressing in front of her window. Teasing me until I couldn't stop from taking her. She hasn't spent years panting after me. Rather she's been completely oblivious to how men looked at her, until I broke in and stole her, brought her out to the barn where I taught her exactly what happened to teasing little bitches on the farm.

Anytime we slip into the game, it's a continuation of it and with her belly nice and round, I'm going to enjoy every moment of it until we can't play it out any longer.

"I never asked for it," Ginny cries, letting out a whimper when the whip landed on her ass, her toes curling up with her pleasure. "No…you promised…"

"I promised not to use the whip if you stopped being a little bitch and learnt what you're here for," I growled, switching it against her ass again, pulling a sharp cry from her, but her pussy dripped more, making it glisten entirely in the lights. "I told you, you're here for me to breed and please me. Told you if you let another man near that slutty little pussy, I'd leave you locked up in here and what did you do?" I add, giving her another flick with the whip. "You had that ass bent over in front of Bobby just begging for him to stick his little dick in it. For him to fuck what's mine !"

"I didn't. Please…oh please don't," she cries when I give her two quick flicks before sliding down and covering her pussy with my mouth, drinking up all of her heavenly cream as it runs.

"Whore," I grow around licks. "So fucking wet thinking about letting someone else use this little girl pussy. Wanting someone else to breed it when it belongs to me."

"You already did. You stuck that dirty old cock inside me and came in me. Put this baby in me," she hums and fuck, my cock leaks as she continues to drip all over my face with her sweetness.

"Then let's make it twins," I tease with a dark tone, before moving up and filling her quickly, making her shriek and try to pull away from me as she comes around me instantly. "Now tell me you don't like my cock inside you. Don't love this old man fucking your little teenage cunt. Breeding it. Proving how much of a slut you are," I add, grunting as I try to hold back my orgasm as she comes for me again.

"See…you never stop fucking coming when I'm in you. You love it. Love being fucked, don't you, little girl?"

"No," she cries, but there's absolutely no truth behind it, not even for play as she comes yet again when I squeeze her bouncing tits and use them to fuck deeper into her.

"Keep telling yourself you hate this and maybe one day you really will. Or maybe by the time you admit you love it, I'll be all done with you and find another little girl pussy to breed. Then you'll have to beg to have this slutty hole filled," I tease against her ear, making her breath stall. "Admit how much of a whore you are, and if you're lucky I'll use you again. Most likely though, I'll leave that door unlocked with you in here, tied up and let whoever wants a taste to come fill this slutty pussy. Let them try to breed you while you beg for me to be the only one to do it. I'll have the most popular farm in the entire state…world, because every sale will come with this whore hole to fuck."

"No!" she screamed, jerking against the ties as I pounded up into her.

"Then tell me what I want to hear. Tell me I can fuck this little girl pussy whenever I want, and you'll keep it for me and just me. Or I'll walk out and leave that door open right now, leaving you on the edge needing to come so bad that all the hands will be lined up to take it because you're so fucking pretty all tied up."

"Please don't…please. Please don't make me," she begs as I tease her right to the edge of another orgasm, mine rising quickly with her.

"Say it. Tell me the truth. That you've been begging for me to fuck you like the little whore you really are. That you're only a bitch when you need fucked good," I tell her, pulling a sob from her that is heaven because she breaks with the intense orgasm that brings me over with her, and I flood her pussy with cum, grunting into her ear making her shiver.

"Tell me," I demand pinching her nipples and she comes one last time, milking out every drop of cum from my cock with her answer.

"Yes, I wanted it. Needed to be fucked…"

I hold her for another moment before slipping out of her, reaching for the tie when my little angel proves we're not done with the game entirely when she adds, "But not by you, you dirty old man."

That has my cock hard all over again and I quickly release her, turning her until I can drive into her pussy again as her legs wrap around my waist, taking ever bit of it. "Shit, angel…you really are asking for it, aren't you?"

"I don't even know where it came from, it just felt right," she says with a moan as I latch onto her nipple with my mouth, nibbling on it before switching to the other.

"Oh it was perfect, angel," I agree, dreaming up things to do to her next time we play. "You made your dirty old man pissed and he's going to take it out on your ass next time. Might even put a cock in your ass while he takes that mouth and teaches his little bitch how she's supposed to act. Of course, it'll be a fake one because as much as your dirty old man threatens it, no one else is ever getting near you, any of you," I add when her eyes widen in actual surprise.

"Good answer, because your pet and your little bitch don't want anyone else touching her either," she promises and I steal her lips until we both come fast and hard, and Ginny snuggles into my chest, her entire body relaxed, and this is how I want her all the time. Satisfied and happy.

Our game gets more intense rather than lessening as her belly grows even bigger until it's to the point the only comfortable way for her to have sex is on her side and we put a pause in the game until after our baby comes. She's absolutely stunning in the maternity photos I convince her to do, and I have two on my phone, one as my lockscreen and another as the background, which makes her grin every time she sees them.

A week before our little—well, if nine and a half pounds can be called little for a newborn—boy is born, I got a message from Grant I wasn't sure I wanted to share with my girl. As our little Matthew Ryan rests on her chest, I know if things were the other way around and we hadn't heard from him in ten months I wouldn't want someone keeping the knowledge that we reached out from him.

"Gin," I say softly not wanting to disturb our little man who has a full head of hair that's as creamy blonde as hers, but my dark blue eyes instead of her sweet blue-grey ones.

"Hmm?" she hums, giving me a grin as I lean forward, kissing her softly.

"I didn't want to upset you before the baby got here, but your dad texted me last week," I tell her, watching her eyes widen in surprise. "Callie wouldn't give him your new number. Said that he was the one that shut your old one off to try and punish you, so she wasn't giving him any way to get hold of you and he'd have to figure it out himself."

"Sounds like my best friend," she says with a grin, and I nod glad she's in my girl's corner and always has been. "What did he want? Did he know about the baby?"

"No, I don't think so. He said he wanted you to know that he's sorry for letting your mother convince him to cut you off, cut you out of their lives. That while he still wasn't quite certain he supported us, that he wanted a chance to see if that could change. Or at least still have some sort of relationship with you. He finished it off with the news that he and your mom are getting divorced," I add, pulling a gasp from her as jerks up a bit and I slip my arm around her back while my other settles on top of hers over Matthew. "Shit, I'm sorry angel, I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, you didn't. I…I'm sorry…I just…" She can't talk around the giggles slipping out of her mouth and I take Matthew from her, kissing his little head, putting him in his bassinet before returning to her. I pull her into my arms, holding her with a smile as her giggles finally subside. "I'm sorry. I'm not upset by the news. Thrilled and shocked, but not upset. It's needed to happen for years."

"If you want me to respond to him, just let me know. I'll support whatever you want, angel."

"He was a good dad. Mom was always the crazy one and most of the time he did what she wanted to keep the peace. Their fights could be brutal, it was all verbal though, so I think that's why I was so shocked when…"

"When you got off on being called a dirty little cock whore or being told you had a slutty pussy?" I tease her with, softly, in case someone comes in and she nods. "I think you like the praise that comes after it more though, when I tell you what a good little girl you are, you gush."

"Stop," she moans, giving me a pointed glare as two little wet spots form on her gown and fuck, I can't wait to get her tits in my mouth while I'm fucking her. It won't be for a bit, but I still want it. "You're making me hot and since I just pushed a ten-pound watermelon…"

"Nine and a half," I tease her earning another little glare as I kiss her, brushing her unruly hair from her eyes. "I know. I'll be good, I promise pet. Which reminds me," I add, moving over to the bag to get her necklace. She had to take it off while in labor in case she needed a c-section as the doctor was worried about with as big as our baby was showing. My girl did amazing though. Didn't even tear I was told—whatever that means. I'm sure it's a good thing but I couldn't stand to read too much on what might happen during the actual birth, just the baby books on what to expect while she was pregnant and how to support her, and then how to take care of a baby once born.

I slip the necklace back on her and her smile as it latches fill my heart, and I know I'll let her have whatever kind of relationship with her dad that she wants.

"Thank you, Mark," she says, her tone making my dick harden, and I kiss her forehead, holding her until our boy wakes hungry. While he eats greedily from her plump tits, I message her father back to let him know he's a grandfather and to come to the hospital if he wants to meet his grandson per my wife's request.

"I love you, angel. You too little guy, you make me and your mama very happy," I whisper softly to them, and Ginny's eyes answer me without the words being necessary, as she swallows hard against the tears sparkling in them.