Page 39 of Leverage & Obedience

His palm is on the place where a baby would grow. The pressure has a different weight than every other time his hand has been on my body. His eyes lift to mine. He’s looking at me like he can already see me with a round belly.

Holy hell.

My brain blips out. The image I didn’t let myself picture four days ago comes back, vivid, and this time I take it in. Me with swollen breasts, pregnant with his baby.

His thumb strokes a small arc across my skin, and I cover his hand with mine. We hold it there together, palms stacked over my womb.

I speed up the roll of my hips until I’m bouncing. His cock repeatedly hits that magical spot inside me, and the pleasure spikes. His palm stays flat on my stomach, his gaze locked on mine.

“You mean it,” I moan.

“I mean it.” His hand presses harder against my belly. “I want my baby in you. However many you want.”

Fuck.

Suddenly I’m imagining us with four kids and a chaotic house. My toes curl and I’m moaning as I grind on his cock.

I want it.

“Please.” I’m chasing the pleasure. “Please. Bren.”

“Ask for it.”

I’m so far gone, I don’t even try to stop the words. “Breed me. All your cum. Get me pregnant!”

My vision blurs, and I ride him harder. His palm stays on my belly, the other wrapped around my hip.

“Come for me,” he groans. “Come on my cock like a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”

I’m lost in a haze of pleasure as I pound against him. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

I imagine him filling me up and me actually getting pregnant, and I explode. Fuuuuck.

A massive spike of pleasure hits me. Lights flash along the corners of my vision and my brain switches off. My body convulses with waves of delight, and all I am is a body, waiting for his cum.

“Time to breed my good girl. Here it is.”

His hips snap up, and his cock spasms as he spills thick ropes of cum deep inside me. He grasps both my hips firmly, forcing me to grind on his cock as he continues to unload.

“Take it. Take all of my cum. Take it deep—fuck—”

I ride him until I can tell he’s done. When we both stop shivering, I collapse forward against his chest. His arms closearound me, and he tucks his chin on top of my head. His heartbeat is heavy against my cheek.

“Mine,” he says against my hair. “You’re mine.”

The room smells like sex, and I melt against him, enjoying being in his arms again. His hand traces patterns on my spine as we lie there in the quiet. When he finally speaks, his voice rumbles through his chest.

“I was going to ask you something before everything happened on Wednesday.”

I lift my head. His hair dried in crazy spikes, a mess. I have to fight really hard not to giggle. “What were you going to ask?”

“I wanted to ask you to be my sub. Formally.”

Wanted. My pulse trips on the word. “You don’t want that now?”

“I still do.” His hand stills on my spine. “But I want more than that. I want all of you.”

Warmth floods my chest, and I grin. “Well, Sir, today is your lucky day. I just so happen to be available as your girlfriendandyour submissive.“ I prop my chin on his chest and give him my best eyelash flutter. “Rumor has it, I’m good at multitasking.”