“Thank you, Sir, may I have another?” Their play had changed as her pregnancy progressed. He was afraid of inadvertently hurting her or the baby, so they’d downshifted to more sensual play, gentler.

And he was happy to do it.

Although he still gave her maintenance spankings, because it broke his heart to see the sadness in her eyes when he’d suggested giving up on those, too. Now, she stood and bent over the bed for those, without putting any pressure on her belly.

He was satisfied it wouldn’t hurt the baby doing it like that, which had been his overwhelming concern.

He put her foot down and grabbed her arm, hauling her into his lap and kissing her. He caressed her belly. “You can have it all you want. Maybe I’ll keep you barefoot and pregnant.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled his ear. “Might put a crimp in our sex life, too many kids running around. Maybe I’ll take you to Doogie’s vet.”

He smiled. “You wouldn’t do that to me, would you, baby girl?”

“No, I don’t suppose I will.” She snuggled against him, her head on his shoulder. New Laura hadn’t been as much of a snuggler as Old Laura. That was one thing he was definitely glad was back to normal. They’d spent hours…before…wrapped together in front of the TV. Not that she had to be glued to him, but it was their personal thing.

And boy, how he’d missed it.

“I missed all of this,” she admitted. “I didn’t realize it then, Sir. I’m sorry.” But she still wore the slightest of frowns.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her. “I’m sorry we didn’t have the wedding you wanted.”

“That’s the least of my worries.” She met his gaze and smiled. “Am I too heavy to carry to bed, Sir?”

He grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He carried her into the bedroom and gently lowered her to the bed. As he stood over her and stripped, he stared down into her loving gaze. So beautiful, and now her eyes were filled with nothing but peace.

No fear.

No worry.

Nothing but their future ahead of them.

Naked, he climbed onto the bed and kissed her before swinging around, positioning his cock over her open mouth. “Come as many times as you want, baby girl.”

He laughed as she grabbed his ass and yanked him down on top of her, her soft moan vibrating through his cock as she happily began sucking his cock.

She spread her thighs wider when he dipped his head to her pussy. Clean-shaven, as ordered, he swiped his tongue down her clit and another, louder moan from her vibrated through him.

He struggled to hold back and get her over first. He’d loved doing this with her before she got pregnant, but even more now because she’d happily discovered she was hornier than ever.

And more sensitive than ever.

It only took him a minute to get the first orgasm out of her. Her fingers dug into his ass, almost painfully, as her back arched.

He inwardly smiled and redoubled his efforts. Two fingers easily slid into her wet cunt as he sucked and licked her clit. Before long, another round of loud, long moans, accompanied by her slick muscles squeezing his fingers inside her pussy, signaled he’d gotten her over again.

He waited until he knew he’d gotten four out of her and her entire body quivered beneath him before he took pity on her. Bracing himself with his arms to keep most his weight off her, he began rocking his hips, setting the tempo and letting her catch up and match his movements with her talented mouth.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his eyes falling shut. “Just like that, baby girl. Suck your Master’s cock.”

A tiny moan escaped her. She loved it when he talked to her like that during sex. Something else he was so glad was back to normal.

“My good little cocksucker, aren’t you? Yes, you are.”

She undulated beneath him, her pace quickening, sucking harder, reaching between his legs to cup his sac and gently roll his balls along her palm.

That was all it took. He drove deep, Laura keeping up with him and skillfully deep-throating him, patiently waiting until he was ready to move before she dropped her head back to the bed with a happy sigh.

He laughed and turned around, pulling her into his arms. “Better, baby girl?”

She snuggled tightly against him, hooking a leg around his. “Always, Sir. You always make everything better.”

* * *

That Saturday night, Rob wouldn’t tell her where they were going. But he’d picked out a plain black sundress for her to wear, and flat sandals.

She also suspected the duffel bag he’d tossed in the backseat held her leather cuffs and a leash.

Sure enough, they parked in front of Venture. When Rob shut the engine off, he turned to her.

“I know things are about to change for us in a big way in a couple of months. But I want to do this before that happens.”

She nodded.

“We won’t get a lot of chances to be here once the baby’s born. Not at first. I wanted to do this now, while we can still—”

“Enjoy it, Sir?” She smiled.

He laughed. “Yes, my sweet baby girl.”

He grabbed the bag and walked around to her side to help her out. She knew from the cars in the parking lot that most of their friends were already there. Sure enough, Loren had put her mad party skills to good use decorating the club.

Everyone applauded when they entered. Laura felt her face heat.

Tony called for quiet. “Now that the guests of honor have arrived, let’s get started.”

Someone had decorated a little archway. In front of it sat a pillow Laura recognized as one of Shayla’s. Rob led her over to it and helped her kneel.

He turned and set the duffel bag on the floor and rummaged through it for a moment, but she didn’t see what he had in his hand when he straightened.

She looked up at him, watching him as he spoke and so painfully in love with him she knew everything they’d gone through since the attack in March had been worth it.

Anything was worth going through to be with him.

To be owned by Him.

Rob looked at their friends, who gathered close. “You guys have been beyond wonderful all these months. We never could have made it through without your help and love and support. We ended up improvising our wedding, which we’d originally planned to do in front of you all after I formally collared her.”

He looked down at her. “But better late than never.” He smiled as a soft wave of laughter rolled through the audience.

He held up what he’d pulled from the bag, a velvet jewelry box.

She felt the lump in her throat and hoped she didn’t start bawling in front of everyone.

He opened it. Inside lay a gold necklace with a heart-shaped locket. He took it out and stood in front of her.

“We’ve been through a lot lately. But I knew when I first met you how special you were. I was willing to wait as long as it took to not just make you my wife, but to make you my slave, if you wanted it.

“I consider myself damn lucky that I got a second chance with you, and even luckier that you picked me the second time around. No matter what you say next, you are my friend, my wife, my lover, my reason for being, my partner, and the soon-to-be mother of our child. Beyond all of that, and above all of it, I wanted to ask you in front of all our friends, will you please be my slave?”

She couldn’t speak, but as the tears filled her eyes, she nodded hard enough to rattle her back teeth.

He smiled. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Sir!”

He knelt in front of her and fastened the necklace around her throat, touching the locket as he centered it against her flesh. “You have made me the happiest man in the world.”

She threw her arms around him and kissed him as their friends cheered.

“I love you, Sir,” she whispered.

He smiled, brushing her tears away with his thumbs. “I love you, too, baby girl. But I’m still going to bend you over a spanking horse and put five cane strokes across your ass tonight.”

She let out a laugh. “Why?”

He grinned. “Because I want to.”


THE END


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