gag out. She wasn’t making a sound and he knew she realized she was screwed. She hated being gagged but for some reason she just couldn’t control her lush, delectable, potty mouth and he usually had to control it for her. He was proud of her though because she knew begging did nothing. He took the gag out of his desk drawer. He had several in their private suite but he kept one handy in the office. It was just for her and no matter how many times she hid them he just continued to buy more. His hot breath landed on the side of her neck. “If you kiss me first I’ll take the gag out sooner.” “You’re getting soft Master but put those lips to mine and I’ll fuck your mouth.” She was in a mood tonight and his cock went rock hard. Spinning the chair, his lips claimed hers and their tongues played and sucked while their teeth nipped at each other. There was no one in the world that could kiss like her. Finally he pulled away and his hand went to her tummy, rubbing gently. “Is there anything you and Abigail aren’t ready for?” “Leave her out of this, Mommy needs to come.” He lifted the small red ball to her mouth and then secured the tie behind her head. “I think you look damn sexy like this; unable to speak, bitch, or tell me what you want.” Her eyes went from sensual to snappy just like he knew they would. “You’ve been resisting what I have planned as punishment but it’s been my fantasy for a while. Tonight, you will please me greatly. Now, with your mouth controlled I’m going to let you use your fingers. One finger lifted means it’s getting to be too much and two means stop.” His fingers trailed over her delightfully chubby knuckles, and lifted one off the arm rest and then lifted two. “Do you understand?” Her middle finger came up and he turned away fighting his laughter.
Chapter Two
He walked to the cabinet on the far side of the room and took out the items he needed; three candles in three different colors, a lighter, and a medium sized knife in its sheath. When he approached his desk her blue eyes darkened and her breathing accelerated. “Mommy’s been bad and Daddy knows the perfect punishment. I’ve missed clamping your nipples because they’ve been so sensitive but I think this will give us both what we want.” A small bit of saliva ran down from the corner of her mouth and he wiped it with his finger and then licked his tongue over the wetness. “You always taste so good no matter where the moisture comes from.” Her eyes closed and when they opened the dark blue irises expanded. He lit the candles one at a time and then turned to his captive. “I want your ass a little more forward in the chair but I don’t want our baby uncomfortable. Do you understand?” His Dom voice came through loud and clear. She nodded her head up and down. “Good girl.” He knelt between her legs and grasped her hips in his hands. “Lift just a bit.” He pulled her bottom out so she was propped slightly back in the chair. He stood and unbuttoned the sleeves of his black shirt and then removed it while she watched. He opened his desk drawer and removed a rubber band. Walking behind the chair, he gathered her thick red hair. It was hard for him to believe but her hair was actually fuller during her pregnancy. He placed the band around the heavy strands and let it hang down her back in a single ponytail. He then pulled the chair closer to his desk so the candles were in easy reach. Moving to the side, he took hold of the bottom lever on the chair, lowering the back to a one-hundred and twenty degree angle. Her eyes followed every move he made. “With pain there is always pleasure.” His voice dropped lower as he went back to his knees in front of her. His hand came out and he used his fingers to part her labia. Just the one digit traveled from her clit to her tight sheath and entered the waiting moistness. He was unable to help himself and brought the silky juice