Maybe Baby Lite (67 page)

“
Does it taste good,
Tylar?”

I nodded, and continued
tasting him, not looking up at him.

“
Now rub my
balls.”

I complied, cupping them
gently, tracing my fingertip behind them along the seam. I fingered
his perineum. He gasped, thrusting himself forward into my mouth as
my tongue continued to curl and swirl around his wide girth,
pausing to lick the tip of the head.

Trey had not touched me
other than to guide his shaft in my mouth. My sex was wet
nonetheless, wanting his erection buried deep inside of me, giving
me the carnal release I now ached for deep inside. Trey was fucking
my mouth now; if I hadn’t challenged him earlier, he would be
pleasuring me now instead of punishing me by withholding his touch.
He stilled his thrusting in order to delay his orgasm. Did he plan
to fuck my mouth until our company arrived? I looked up and he was
gazing down at me, his expression impassive.

“
Stop,” he ordered. I
obeyed. He removed his cock from my mouth, not taking his eyes from
mine. “I’m going to fuck you now, Tylar,” he said.

He scooted back,
continuing to straddle my hips. His hands pushed my thighs apart,
drawing my ankles upward but still clasped together. His forearms
rested on either side of me. He thrust himself into me roughly and
deeply.

“
Ah!” I cried out, placing
my hands on his hips to steady myself.

My natural reflex was to
wrap my legs around him but this was impossible. My hands held him
firmly, as he rolled his hips around and around, and then plunged
in and out of me, slowly again and again. I could hear my wetness
each time he pulled in and out of me. He didn’t kiss or fondle my
breasts; this was my punishment for trying to deny him what he
wanted when he wanted it.

The punishment was
bittersweet. The sensitive spot deep within me was responding to
his deep thrusts, swelling with intense desire for release and
pleasure. He continued to move his hips in ways he knew would bring
me what I wanted more than anything. I raised my pelvis up to meet
his thrust each and every time, my muscle contracted around him,
squeezing his length to draw his orgasm out and into me. My mind
was swirling with abandonment, lust, and focused on the deep need
for release that was growing with every thrust. I moaned softly,
raking my fingernails across his muscular buttocks as it continued
to circle around over me.

“
Don’t you come, Tylar,”
he warned, gritting his teeth. He was close and I knew it. He
plunged himself in and out, as his breath became ragged. “I’m
warning you, Tylar, if you come, you’ll receive further punishment.
I’m going to come now; you cannot.”

He raised himself up
straightened his arms out, arching his back for one final thrust,
emptying himself inside of me, his cock throbbing in pleasured
release. I came as Trey shuddered, biting down on the back of my
hand to still my cries. I hadn’t fooled Trey. He knew. His arms
circled my hips as my orgasm rolled out. He raised me up, slapping
his hand against my backside once, twice, and a third time, the
stinging of his palm against my flesh brought tears to my eyes as
my orgasm heightened once again to a crescendo.

“
Next time, it’ll be my
leather belt against your bare ass,” he hissed into my ear, as my
ejaculation squirted out around him. Trey rolled off of me,
scooting down to my ankles and releasing them from his leather
belt. He pulled my panties up, lifting my backside and gently
covering my now very pink butt cheek. He lay next to me, his head
propped up on an elbow, gazing at me, his eyes warm and
satisfied.

“
I hate it when I have to
punish you,” he said, regretfully.

“
I hate it when you punish
me Trey,” I replied, answering his kisses with my own. “I’m sorry
that I wasn't as enthusiastic as I should've been when we first
came up here.”

“
I’m
not,
” he said, grabbing me and
hugging me to him, tickling me until I begged him to stop. We were
both laughing now.

“
That was definitely hot,”
I said, propping myself up on an elbow to look at him, “going all
‘Christian Grey’ on me like that.”

“
Who?” he asked, furrowing
his brow.

“
Never mind,” I laughed.
“Hey, next time can you be the naughty boy that gets
punished?”

“
No,” he said, rolling his
eyes, and sitting up. “Let’s shower baby,” he said, holding his
hand out.

We were showered and
dressed for the Christmas Eve festivities shortly after 2 p.m., our
faces still flushed and my hormones thoroughly satisfied. Trey
looked gorgeous as usual in black flannel dress pants, a white with
grey pinstriped shirt, and maroon silk suspenders. I was wearing a
black wool pencil skirt that fell below my knees, with a black
scoop-neck tee, and a dark red wool blazer. I wore silk thigh-high
stockings and a pair of black passion pumps with skinny
medium-height heels. Trey had said no to the ‘fuck me’ spiked
heels.

We descended the stairs to
the foyer as the limo arrived with Trey’s brothers and Caroline. I
felt nervous and jittery. It was easy to be with Trey’s parents,
they were friendly and nonjudgmental. I had no clue what his
brothers would be like, let alone the dreaded Caroline. Trey and I
waited in the living room near the lit Christmas tree, presents
arranged neatly beneath its branches.

Susan and Clive greeted
them as they ascended the steps to the foyer. I heard Susan squeal
and embrace her elder two sons. Thatcher carried their luggage to
their suites. Clive took everyone’s wraps, hanging them in the
guest closet while Susan shooed everyone into the large and elegant
living room.

Trey stood, locking his
hand into mine and immediately I saw Tristan. My God, Susan was
right. Trey held a striking resemblance to him, though you could
tell in subtle ways that Tristan was several years older. They were
approximately the same height and build, yet Tristan’s hair was
more of a sandy brown, compared to Trey’s darker locks and
burnished natural highlights. Tristan wore his hair a bit longer
than Trey’s, probably because his chosen profession was more
casual—winemaking—than Trey’s. Tristan caught me staring and I
blushed. Both of the men made their way over to us.

“
Nigel, I’d like you to
meet Tylar Preston, my soon-to-be fiancé. And Tylar, this is my
oldest brother Nigel.”

I smiled and took Nigel’s
hand. He was handsome though he bore little resemblance to Tristan
or Trey. Nigel was shorter and built stockier with very dark hair
and dark brown eyes. He held out his hand, greeting me warmly. Just
then there was action in the foyer. I heard a shrill female voice
in distress.

“
Nigel,” she whined, “Are
you positive I didn’t bring that other case with my suede pumps and
matching purse in it?”

Oh wow, that had to be
Caroline.

“
Darling,” he said,
patiently, “you’ve brought more than enough shoes for the few days.
One pair couldn’t possibly make a difference. Come say ‘hello’ to
Trey and his fiancé.” I could tell that Nigel was used to placating
her.

Caroline was tall and
thin, almost too thin. Her face had sharp features, which was
punctuated with a beakish nose. Her pale, taut countenance hinted
that she’d already had a face lift at forty-something. Her grey
eyes revealed nothing as she sized me up. She appeared to be taken
aback by my appearance. I quickly reassessed my outfit and hair;
nothing seemed to be out of place or in poor taste. She wore a
casual pantsuit.

Trey stepped forward,
kissing his sister-in-law on both cheeks as she tilted her face to
him. “Caroline, ageless as always.”

With the help of a west
coast plastic surgeon I bet.

“
Trey, still the flirt I
see,” she said, gushing.

“
Caroline,” Trey said,
pulling me close to him and turning to me, “I’d like to introduce
you to Tylar Preston, who’s agreed to be my wife.”

I could see a hint of
surprise cross her otherwise impassive face. She held her long,
thin hand out to me with a forced smile. “Tylar, welcome to the
family,” she said without sincerity. “Susan has told me so much
about you already,” she commented with an underlying tone that I
couldn’t identify.

“
Caroline, it’s good to
meet you. Trey’s spoken of you as well.”

I saw a glint of
irritation cross her tight unwrinkled face. Trey squeezed my hand
and when I looked at him I saw a hint of a smile on his
lips.

“
Trey, I see you’re saving
the best for last,” a familiar smooth and silky voice said. The
voice didn’t come from Trey; it was Tristan who spoke up, moving
closer to us, his eyes locked on mine. My stomach did a bit of a
flip-flop and I wasn’t sure why.

“
Tristan,” Trey greeted
his brother warmly, grabbing his hand and slapping him on the back.
Tristan turned his attention to me, his emerald green eyes
flickering over me.

“
So this is Tylar,” he
purred, taking my hand and raising it delicately to his full
lips.

Oh wow! It runs in the
family!

Trey was unfazed. Perhaps
this was Tristan’s way with all women.

“
You
are
exquisite,” Tristan breathed,
not taking his eyes from mine, “but then my younger brother has a
penchant for exquisite women.”

His comment made me
uncomfortable and struck me as confusing; I decided to file it away
for future reference. “Tristan, I'm pleased to meet you,” I
replied, pulling my hand from his finally, finding Trey’s hand
beside me and locking mine into it. Tristan threw his head back,
seeming to laugh heartily at my discomfort. “You better watch her,
Trey,” he said, “She’ll turn heads I can see that now.”

Trey looked down at me,
smiling. “There’s only one head she’s interested in turning big
brother,” he replied, “and that’s mine.”

“
Touché,” Tristan replied,
locking his gaze upon me.

Susan had the servants
bring out some eggnog, wine, and brandy. Trey fetched me a
sparkling water. Everyone filled their respective cups or glasses
with the spirit of their choice. I noticed that both Trey and
Tristan chose brandy; Caroline drank white wine; Clive, Susan, and
Nigel sipped eggnog.

Clive stood with his cup
of eggnog raised to toast, “To having all of my family here and
healthy for this very special Christmas; to welcome our soon-to-be
new family member, Tylar, who already feels like a daughter to
Susan and me. Welcome Tylar, and Merry Christmas
everyone!”

“
Here, here,” Tristan
said, raising his glass of brandy, and clinking it with everyone
else’s in the circle, one by one. As he got to my sparkling water,
he clinked my glass, winking and taking a drink of his brandy his
green eyes locking once again with mine.

“
To family,” he
whispered.

We sat down to an elegant
Christmas Eve dinner. The staff had prepared a beautiful crown
roast of pork with apple-cranberry stuffing, truffled twice-baked
potatoes, asparagus casserole, and glazed carrots. Susan served
Trey’s chocolate pie for dessert.

Caroline picked at her
food, commenting that she tried to avoid pork in her diet at all
costs. I looked over as Tristan rolled his eyes at her statement,
and then flashed a smile at me when he realized he'd been caught.
After dinner, the family retired to the living room and reclined on
the sofas near the Christmas tree. Trey pulled me next to him, his
arm relaxed over my shoulders. Clive poured after-dinner brandy for
everyone and he brought me a sparkling water.

“
Tylar, I see that you
don’t imbibe,” Tristan commented, lounging on the armrest of the
opposite sofa, sipping his brandy.

“
Well...” I stammered,
unsure if Trey was ready to tell everyone. Trey interjected on my
behalf.

“
Everyone,” he said, “now
is as good a time as any to share our wonderful news.” Trey pulled
a Cartier ring box from his pants pocket. He turned to me and held
it open, his eyes beaming with love. “Tylar has agreed to be my
bride. Though I’d marry her this minute, my fiancée has stipulated
that we wait until after the birth of our child in May.”

Caroline’s shocked gasp
from across the room was quickly drowned out by the sound of happy
applause and congratulations. I froze in a temporary state of
panic, not generally accustomed to having all eyes on
me.

“
Tylar,” Trey said softly,
bringing me out of my daze, “do you accept this ring as a token of
my love and promise of our engagement to be married?”

“
Oh Trey,” I cried
joyfully, “you know that I do.” I lifted the ring out of the box.
An emerald-cut diamond sat atop a platinum band, dancing with
color. There was a baguette ruby, my birthstone, on each side of
the enormous diamond.

Trey proudly slid the ring
onto my finger, giving me a sweet kiss on my lips. I threw my arms
around his neck, tears streaming down my face.

Susan rushed to my side,
taking my hand to admire the ring. “We’re sure happy that you’re
going to officially be a member of the family, Tylar, but I’ve got
to tell you something, you already feel like a daughter to us!” I
hugged her tightly, catching the sour expression on Caroline’s
face. She was the only person who'd not done anything but gasp at
the news. Was she more shocked by the engagement or the
baby?