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“I said I’d come back and get you because I don’t mind doing it. I know statistically, we’re probably both just as likely to get into a car accident, but when you’re driving, there’s a steering wheel right there that could hit you in the wrong spot. And to be clear, I’m not just worried about the baby, I’m worried about you. You could hemorrhage or have placental abruption in that situation. Maybe some people don’t think twice about that or don’t worry about those things, but I do. I can’t drive you everywhere, but I’d like to drive you as often as I can, and I’d like to revisit this once your belly gets bigger so we can make sure you’re safe.”
She stares at me for a moment. “Okay. I understand where you’re coming from. You can drive me when it makes sense, and we’ll keep doing what we need to do to make sure I’m safe in the car if I am driving. If it makes you feel better, we can talk to my doctor, too.”
I let out a long breath. “Thank you. Now, don’t get mad at me…”
“What?”
“I asked Sarah. She said you really shouldn’t be on stools. She also knows which OB you use and she said he’d probably give you a lecture. So, please. If you want to sit on the floor and put stuff away, I’ll get you a cushion. You can organize things on the counter. We have books and DVDs that need to be shelved. All kinds of stuff you can do while staying safe.”
“Really? Even that tiny stool?” She sighs. “I’m really not used to this.”
I sweep my hand through her hair. “That’s okay. There’s a learning curve, right? That’s why we made our monthly lists.”
“By the way, I added something to it. Well, changed something.”
“Can I see?”
She pulls the notebook from her drawer and opens it. On each month we have a note for ongoing items. Underneath, she addedset up and decorate nursery.
Though the baby will likely sleep in the master with Amelia for the first couple of months, our third bedroom, which borders mine, will be the nursery. It’ll be a calm, safe space for the baby to nap and play and grow.
“Can’t wait. We’ll need to start a nursery list. Things we want and need.”
“Tomorrow,” she says softly, setting the notebook on her nightstand.
“Tired?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “You mentioned something earlier, and even though we’ve talked things through…”
“You were still a bad girl,” I say roughly. “Sit up.”
We haven’t explored much more about BDSM. While some things are safe during pregnancy, others carry more risk. Choking—something Amelia enjoys—is not recommended. Spanking, though, as long as we’re careful with positioning, is fine.
“Hands and knees,” I command, as I sit up on the bed. I wrap my arm under her armpits as she gets on her hands and knees so I can hold her steady. We’re in the middle of the bed, so she’s not at a risk of falling.
Relishing getting to have some fun while still keeping her safe, I push her T-shirt up and yank her underwear down.
“When did you eat last?” I whisper.
“I had a snack about an hour ago.”
Good. Don’t need to worry about that.
I rub my hand over her supple ass.
“You were a bad girl today. Climbing on that stool, arguing with me.” I smack my hand across her ass. “Good girls listen.” Another spank. “Good girls follow directions.” Spank. “Good girls don’t talk back.” Another firm smack. She lets out a low whimper and I fight back a groan. My dick hardens, which is obvious through my sweats. “Good girls don’t do things they shouldn’t do.” She bites her lip and cries out as I slap her butt again.
I grab her hair and pull her head up.
“What do good girls do?”
“Obey.”
Fuck.I steady my breathing. “Are you going to behave?” She nods, and I slap her ass one final time. “Words,” I hiss.
“Yes.”
“Then show me what a good fucking girl you are.” Fisting her hair again, I shove her head down toward my crotch. She shimmies backward and sits back on her knees, then shoves my sweats and boxer briefs down, freeing my hard-on. She strokes me a few times before diving forward and licking my crown. Then she takes me deeper. She must be feeling good if her gag reflex isn’t stopping her. Before she was pregnant, she deep throated me. God, it was fucking hot. I have dreams of her hands tied behind her back, her naked on her knees as I fuck her mouth.
