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“Say that again when I’m not sitting in your lap naked,” I purred.
Then I slipped him inside me
.

Every fiber thrilled as first his tip, then his long hard length entered me smoothly, even as he let out a simultaneous groan. Hands on his thighs, I moved back up his length slowly, feeling him, then slid back down once more.

“I not going to last very long if you keep doing that,” he panted.

So soon? God, my strip must have had more of an effect on him than I thought! A tiny little part of me sat up and beat its chest, secretly proud.

I looked back over my shoulder. “That’s ok – this one’s just for you.” Then I grinned. “As long as you promise to pay me back later.”

He nodded, his face a mask of concentration.

I slid back up, then began the long slow slide back down once more. Who needed a thigh master when you had something like this? My legs were starting to ache in that pleasurable, exquisite delight. I could feel him inside me, throbbing, pulsing; sliding deep into me as he struggled to hold on. It was so arousing to feel such power over him.

Suddenly I pulled all the way off him and stood up. I turned to admire the hard member standing to attention before me. It gave a little spasm, clear liquid pooling at its tip, so close was it to release.

“Good god – what are you doing to me?” he gasped. “Why did you stop?”

My hand moved between my legs, feeling the wetness there. “What are you doing to me?” I whispered. “This was supposed to be about you, but I think it needs to be about me now, too.”

I pushed my panties down, then parted myself,
down there
, and began to circle my pleasure spot gently. He sucked in a sharp, hot breath, eyes fixed on the motion.

Yes, that was it
. I was so wet. So ready for him. I could see him tied before me, clothed but for his member standing loud and proud. I could remember the feeling of him in me. I’d be on him soon again. But now it was time to even the score. He didn’t have long, soon I wouldn’t either.

His eyes were wild as they watched me pleasure myself before him. I couldn’t believe I was being this naughty, that I’d even dare to do something like this!

Soon I was panting, eyes focused on him, imagining that long, hard shaft inside me. And I knew I couldn’t wait for it anymore. I moved over him, lowering myself until my breasts were in his face. And then arms around his neck, I moved slowly onto him. My skin prickled as he entered me. Oh god, it felt so good. So much better than pleasuring myself. So deep. So intimate.

He shivered as I slid onto him, a shiver that ran all through his body. Our bases touched and I rested there, rocking my hips gently and feeling him inside me, calm before the storm that I knew was about to rage.

I slid back up and his eyes closed. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“That’s it baby. Come for me.”

I slid back down again, forcing myself to move slowly, the agonizing pleasure better than anything I had felt before. I could feel my body building up for release, a fast swift juxtaposition at direct odds to the pace of our bodies. I started breathing deeper, my breasts burying his face with each expansion of the chest.

I slid up, and at the top, I felt him quiver in that intimate motion I knew meant he was about to break. Then I slid slowly,
oh so slowly
, back down.

I heard him take a sharp, surprised intake, then felt him swell within me. His head buried in my cleavage, muffling his cries of pleasure as he began to pulse inside me. I couldn’t help myself – his motion set me off too. I slid down again, hard, as my legs lost all their willpower to the flood of pleasure coursing through me, and we sat there, outwardly still while inside me, both bodies writhed and foamed with pleasure.

I don’t know how long we sat, out bodies entwined, before I could breathe again. I lifted off him sheepishly, then began to pick up my clothing. He coughed, looking down at his exposed body. “Um, a little help here?”

I blushed, striding over to him quickly to release his handcuffs. “Did you like that?”

His hands leapt to me as soon as they were released. They grabbed my face and pulled it down into a long, hard kiss. “Does that answer your question?”

* * *

“A
nna, that was amazing, but do you mind if I ask you a question?” We were in the limousine, driving back to his office.

I nodded.

“Why?”

“Why what?” I asked.

“We haven’t been together long, but I feel like I know you so well,” Jacob started hesitantly.  “And while that was amazing – I’ve never experienced anything like it, ever – it felt at the start like you were, well, I don’t know. It just feels like you haven’t been in the right headspace for most of today. What’s wrong?”

I turned away from him to look out the window. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

His hand reached for me gently, drawing my face around to meet his. “I’m a fool sometimes, but not when it comes to you. It’s ok. You can tell me.”

I burst into tears, an unexpected move for us both, as suddenly all my worries from this morning came flooding back. Would this be the last time I ever saw him? Was this evening the last time we would ever make love?

He didn’t ask any questions, didn’t press me for an answer. He just pulled me into his arms and let me cry. That was why, when the tears dried, I knew that I had to tell him. He deserved the truth.

“Your ex-girlfriend, Victoria.”

His body stiffened at the name. “Oh god. What’s she done this time?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. It’s just – you two are perfect for each other. Not like us, from two different worlds. Now that she wants to be with you again, I’m… I’m so afraid!” I burst into tears again, but this time he didn’t pull me into his embrace.

Instead, he held me at arm’s length, leaning his head down until he could catch my eyes. “Anna. Anna, look at me.”

I wiped my eyes slowly.

“Victoria is the past. You are the future. You have to believe me on this.”

I burst into tears again. “But she wants to get back together.”

He stared at me confused, until I pulled the article out of my bag and thrust it in his face. “See?” I said.

He scanned it quickly, face slowly turning from confusion to frown. When he had finished, he crumpled it, tossing it to the floor. Turning to me, compassion filled his eyes. “Oh Anna. You poor, poor thing. What you don’t understand is that while she may want to get back with me, I don’t want to get back together with her.”

I sniffed. “Really?”

“Yes. Really. There’s a reason we broke up. The same reason I’m with you.” He took my hand and put it on his chest. “She didn’t want me for who I was. She wanted me for my money. That movie mentioned in the article… the one I funded? She got that the same way she’s doing this now. She went to the press, telling them I’d agreed to the deal, then I had to put my money where ‘my’ mouth was. I did it the first time for love. When she tried to do it a second time, we broke up.”

“Really?” My tears had dried up now.

“Yes. Really. You’re so different to her. And that’s such a good thing.” He cocooned me in another embrace. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

“So if
she
asked you out again, you’d say no?”

In answer, he pulled out his smartphone. “I’ll do one better. I’ll say no first.”

He typed quickly, then pressed send and showed what he had just written. 

Vic. Just seen ur PR stunt on front cov. of News Today. I’m happy now, and not interested in funding another movie. Please don’t contact me again. Pull another stunt like this and you’ll hear from my lawyers. J.

“Are you sure
you’re ok? I’ll walk you to the door.”

The limousine had stopped outside my house, and Jacob had already leapt from the vehicle to hold open the door for me.

“It’s fine,” I said as I eased out. I’d changed back into my more demure clothing at the warehouse, but a skirt was still a skirt, and the neighbors didn’t need a show.  “No need.”

“No really, I insist.”

“The house is a mess…”

“I don’t care.”

My shoulders slumped. “I, ah, have to enter by the garage.”

He raised his eyebrows, and I looked at him, guiltily. “I might have, um, lost the front door keys the last time I was in your office.”

He looked confused. “Really? How?”

I shrugged, embarrassed, and mumbled under my breath.

“I’m sorry?”

I looked up at him. “It’s a big desk,” I said louder.

“Oh… Right then,” he said as it registered. “I seem to remember sweeping a whole lot of stuff off it last time we were in there.” His chest puffed out, and he took my arm to walk me up the path, then flashed me a smile that made my insides melt. “Totally worth it.”

“Only you would say that!” I said, laughing.

He turned to me, serious. “Only you could make me.”

I blushed, suddenly shy, and began to fish around in my bag. “The remote’s in here somewhere.”

“Hard to find amongst all the leather?”

I found it, and the door began to rise. I blushed again. “You know, I don’t do that for just anybody. In fact, I’ve never done it before.”

His hand caressed my cheek. “I’m glad.”

“I hope you liked it?” I asked. Even now, I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. Handcuffed him, then stripped and made love to him on a factory floor. It was like some other person, someone sexier and more confident than I could ever be, had taken over my body.

We stopped just inside the garage while I turned on the light. It was a lowset enclosed area at the front of my unit. Pipes ran along the ceiling just above head height, and a door at the other end separated it from the main house.

He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply. And it made me realize something
. The person that had taken over my body was him. 
He made me feel sexier. More confident.

His hand went to the remote on the wall, and the door started to lower.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Do you still have that baton?”

“Yes. Why?”

“What you did before. To yourself. It really turned me on. I thought, seeing as you made me promise to return the favor, I might ah… have some fun.”

“I think you repaid the favor very well already, Mr. King,” I breathed.

“Is that a no?” he asked.

I shook my head as he reached into my bag and withdrew the baton. And my handcuffs.

“Arms in the air, Miss Watson.”

I swallowed as he cuffed my hands to the piping on the low roof above me.  Then he stepped back, surveying his work. I was chained before him, hands half raised above my head, equal parts desire and fear in my eyes. “Yes, this is going to be very fun.”

The baton slid over my cheek, to gently tickle me. “Lick it,” he whispered.

I did as commanded, a thrill running through me at his tone. What was he going to do? I was fully clothed!

The baton trailed from my lips over my collarbone, then slowly down my body. It reached my skirt and lifted it up. I was still wearing the lace panties underneath.

“Now, now” Jacob tsked. “This won’t do at all.” The baton hooked the top of the panties, pushing down the lace to reveal a hint of what was below. “This is going to have to come off.”

He leant forward before I could even think and whipped the undergarment roughly down my legs. I tensed, but could do nothing, chained to the pipes above. The lace gathered around my ankles as the baton trailed slowly back up; goosebumps followed in its wake. He moved in close and kissed me gently on the lips. It was so hot, being so helpless before one you trusted so completely. He could do anything to me right now.

He continued to kiss me even as I felt a hand begin to circle below. A finger slid into me, feeling my moisture, then a second. I was wet, and already turned on from our previous encounter.  

He stepped back. “Let’s have some fun with this little guy…” My eyes went wide, and I strained to see as he moved something slowly toward my most private of parts. It touched me, sending a cool, pleasant shiver through my body. Then he began to run it up and down
that
part of me. It was soft, yet rigid at the same time. Cool yet quickly warming to my touch.
The baton!

I struggled in my handcuffs, but to no avail. I was deliciously helpless as he knelt before more, using the baton for my pleasure.
I was so turned on.
His touch; the thought of what might come next – my hips strained toward him. Then I felt it stop stroking, and press against me. Gently at first, working me with just the end, much like I’d done to myself earlier. It felt just as good – no better, because he was doing it to me.

It pushed inside, half an inch, testing me, then withdrew. It did it again, then again, arousing me with each slide over super sensitive nerves, preparing me for more as my body got used to the size. Then I felt it push in further. I gasped and looked down, but all I could see was his head.  I could do nothing as I felt it slide into me, back and forth, getting deeper each time. It was well lubricated now, huge, filling me. Like him. Imagining it was him. It felt so good!

My hips rocked and I started to push against it as he worked me, making him move faster, pleasing me quicker. I was building now, my pleasure growing with each thrust, the tingles spreading from my hips up into my belly; swirling there and growing larger.

Then I felt his rhythm slow. “What are you doing?” I gasped. I was getting so close! I looked down to see Jacob licking his thumb. He smiled at me wickedly, even as the baton stopped,
fully inside me
. The thumb slid out of his mouth and then –
good god
– I felt it on my pearl. It started to circle, and then my knees were weak, and I was holding onto the handcuffs for support. The stillness of the baton as it completely filled me; the swift movement just outside. Random nerves were being fired everywhere. I clenched the muscles in my pelvis and felt it all along the length. I started breathing heavily.

“Jacob, please. Finish me!” I begged.

His head moved forward to kiss my hips, even as his thumb continued to work. I could feel the sparks start to fly, the electricity start to gather, ready to explode, if only he would just…

With sudden swiftness the baton started to pump once again. It was too much. I let out a cry as the sparks exploded from my hips and flew to every part of my body, making my fingers tingle and my toes curl. My legs went slack and suddenly I was hanging from the cuffs, eyes rolled back as wave after delicious wave rolled through me. When I could take no more, he withdrew, then stood up.

“Did you like that?” he asked, mirroring my own question earlier.

I mumbled something – anything – in response, eyes closed. I wasn’t capable of coherent thought.

“What was that?” he asked.

“It… it was… I was… imagining it was you.”

“Good. Well you’re not going to have to imagine any more.”

I heard the sharp whisper of clothing falling to the ground. My eyes snapped open to see Jacob standing before me, wearing a shirt and nothing else.
Holy Crap!
Calves, sculpted thighs, and then…
him.
Better than any baton, standing hard just for me.  I stood up straighter as he moved toward me.

He didn’t waste any time, I was ready for him after the baton. One hand lifted my leg, exposing me completely. The other went to my hips. He pulled us together, entering me even as our mouths met in a long, lingering kiss.

The feeling of him in me was better than any baton. I loved his shape, his feel, the soft touch of skin on skin, the hard length of his shaft as it slid in and out. I couldn’t help it: I started to moan with each thrust as his motion pushed me back against the garage wall. How could he generate this pleasure inside me over and over again? He was the master of my body!

I heard Jacob’s breathing start to grow faster too, and suddenly I was so turned on, I almost broke right there and then. He might be the master of my body, but I was the master of his, too. I could do things to him, make him feel, make him want. The things we had couldn’t be faked. It couldn’t be bought for money. Couldn’t be purchased back by an ex. This was real. This was now.

Our bodies started to move faster and faster, his hips doing most of the work, swinging naked in the air; my hips moving to meet him, my back pressed against the cold wall behind. A hand reached up to caress my breasts. It slipped down my top, pinching my hard nipples, and there was nothing I could have done about it even if I’d tried.

Electricity started to build for the second time. A small part of me wondered at this man that could make me experience such emotions, but the larger part of me started buckling in for the ride. This was going to be a big one. I could feel it. It just kept climbing higher and higher, past the point of no return, past all logic, past heights climbed previously. I was crying out now, screaming his name as my hands strained against the handcuffs. The emotion built, and built, and built.

And then, with one final thrust deep inside me, it released. My body convulsed even as he picked me up off the floor, legs around his waist, and he joined me in my revelry; our bodies against the wall, gasping for breath, sharing a bolt of lightning that zinged through us both with every hot load I felt him release.

When we were done, he kept me wrapped around his hips until he could gently, tenderly unlock my hands. I pulled them down, rubbing the wrists, then wrapped them around his neck and kissed him deeply. There were no words. Nothing was needed. This
thing.
This connection. It was too deep to be broken. Finally, I could let go of all my insecurities. The man holding me loved me for who I was. And I loved him. Let Victoria Cutly try and interfere. Nothing she could say or do would ever separate us.

We broke apart and Jacob started to get dressed. His phone fell out of his pocket, and I walked over to pick it up.

“So, you know, I still haven’t seen the inside of your house,” he said. “When are you actually going to invite me inside?”

I winced. “Um. Maybe let me tidy it first, is that ok?” I looked at the phone then held it out, embarrassed to acknowledge I’d been snooping. “Oh. Um, you’ve got a text from… Victoria.”

He glanced at it, but didn’t take it. Instead, he leaned in and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Baby, I have nothing to hide. Why don’t you read it?"

“I couldn’t do that.”

“Please, I insist.”

Hesitantly, I withdrew my outstretched arm. “Ok. Um, are you sure?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes. There’s nothing she could possibly say that I wouldn’t want you to know. Nothing she could do that would break us apart, if we’re honest with each other.”

I smiled at him, reassured, and then opened the message.

It popped up in a little green bubble on the screen. I read it once, then twice. Then a third time, as the message sank in, and the smile suddenly wiped from my face.

Two words. The message was two simple words that changed everything. I sat down, hard, in shock as the glow left my cheeks and my body started to feel cold all over.

Two words.
I’m pregnant
.