Patrick
All Dia did was sleep and eat, eat and sleep, et cetera, et cetera. I hadn’t been the most interested in pregnancy or how it affected women before now, in fact I generally avoided that sort of conversation like the plague, but now it was unavoidable. As unavoidable as the woman currently stretched out the length of the sectional. I didn’t actually expect them to be nearly as tired as she was on a regular basis.
She’d slept most of the flight to Colorado too, giving myself and Jon the perfect opportunity to remind Jordan via email that while we were out of state he could direct any questions or concerns to Lydia’s legal team – us. I liked reminding him that we weren’t to be fucked with, he seemed to think he ran the show but that just wasn’t happening. She didn’t mind us stepping in, we had enough conversations about protecting not just our own privacy but the privacy of our friends and family that she understood what kind of a game we were playing here. No one would be that surprised to find out some wealthy people enjoyed depraved sex games, but those people had families, many were in positions of political power, others were corporate, and their lives could be jeopardized the same way ours had been.
Charles would hunt us down himself if his sexual exploits were suddenly front-page news. Fuck, if the wrong people caught wind of Plaisir Interdit and the submissives that stayed there, we could all be charged for solicitation, procuring, and every other prostitution charge they could drum up.
But that must have been the furthest thing from the mind of the angel currently trying to melt my heart with how sweet she looked sleeping in my t-shirt.
“Dinner’s here, you need to wake her up,” Jon called from the foyer.
Please don’t get mad at me for this. “Dia,” I murmured, reaching out to rub her arm. “Dinner’s ready, you have to be hungry by now.”
Her eyes flew open and I took a quick step back, out of pillow whacking range. “Pizza?” Her voice was thick with sleep but she still pushed herself up eagerly.
“As promised.”
She stumbled to get off and I held out my hand for her to lead us from the living room down up the short set of stairs to the raised dinning room. The cottage was split level, with the entry way, living room, and downstairs bathroom on the same floor while the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining room were a few feet up. It allowed for a stunning view out across the small pond in the backyard to the snow-covered landscape that surrounded us.
Both the inside and the outside of the house were decorated for Christmas; golden lights lined the roof, matching icicles hung over the windows, the trees outside were trimmed with large ornaments and ribbon, while inside every room had strings of garland entwined with multi-colored lights, mistletoe graced every doorway, and the center piece of it all was the Christmas tree off to the side of the living room. Lydia and I had picked out the tree in advance, a douglas fir that stood at nearly eleven feet tall and was decorated in gold and red with a luminous star topper. The entire house smelled like the evergreen.
Lydia got up and looped her arm through mine as we made our way to the dining room where Jon was setting out plates and glasses for the three of us. This time next year there will be four of us. Maybe we would be expecting again, that was if Lydia was ready to have another baby by then.
“Ohmigod it smells so good,” she said excitedly. “What else did you get?”
“Let’s see…” Jon opened up another bag with two more containers. “We have Caesar salad and dessert is a surprise.”
“Aw.” She stuck her tongue out and took a seat at the table. “Alright come on, sit and eat before I devour it all.”
I shot Jon a smirk and took the seat next to him at the circular table. He’d cleared the poinsettia centerpiece and candles to make room for the food, now we could at least make conversation and see each other at the same time. We took turns grabbing from different boxes and passing around the Neapolitan pizza until everyone was finally happy with their plate.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had take-out pizza, but I had to admit that it tasted pretty damn good right then and not nearly as weird to eat for a holiday meal as I thought it would be.
“How did your meeting with Edward go?” Lydia asked, covering her mouth while she continued to chew. “You never did tell me.”
My neck felt hot and when I swallowed it moved like a giant rock down my throat. “It went alright, we talked about having dinner with him and his wife – just you and me.”
“Do they know?” She glanced at Jon in concern. “About the engagement, I mean.”
Oh, thank God. “Yes, Jon and I have told a few select people, but no one that would go around blabbing.”
“Speaking of,” Jon cut in smoothly. “Did your editor ever get back to you about the engagement party? Lucy must be practically foaming at the mouth at this point.”
“It’ll be the same night,” she answered with a shrug. “So, during the engagement party before anyone can really leak the story, Prisha will post a few announcement photos to my Instagram.”
“And then we’re finally done,” I said with a chuckle. “It feels like it’s just flying by.”
Lydia took a sip of her water and sat back in the chair. “It definitely is, but we’re also nowhere near done, you know.”
What? “No, what else do we have to do besides the cake?”
The planner had made everything so much easier for us, Lydia and I had essentially just sat down with a hundred catalogs and started picking things we liked, a week later we had samples to choose from and make it more coherent. The only difficult parts were picking the venue and Lydia’s dress, but I wasn’t allowed to know anything about that.
“I have the Swan Society dinner with your mom, the engagement party,” she said, ticking each off on her fingers. “The interview with all three of us, Jon has his interview with the university – need I go on?”
Okay, maybe we weren’t done, done, but we were nearly done, we just a few hoops left to jump through. And the Swan Society wasn’t a difficult event, it was only three hours for a nice meal with mum, not that I would be there anyway.
“Don’t forget dinner with Edward and Kim,” Jon reminded her slyly. “They wanted to chat with both of you.”
Lydia groaned and stabbed the salad with her fork. “More people. Fun.”
“Hey now, you said you were excited to be a socialite,” he teased.
“Yeah, like Paris Hilton but I was hoping it would involve more of me looking cute with a camera following me around than actually having to talk to people.”
I rolled my eyes and took another bite of the pizza. “Nice try, I know you wanted to finish your law degree and having something more than just a reality TV show or good looks.”
“You can’t have it all,” she lamented with a wistful look. “I’m already smart and pretty, and once we’re married, I’ll be rich, there’s really nothing left after that.”
Dia was able to keep a straight face just long enough for Jon to burst out laughing and for me to pinch the bridge of my nose while she giggled away. I ended up grabbing a fake pinecone from the centerpiece and tossing it at her, she yelped and flicked it off with a look of sudden panic, which just made Jon laugh harder.
“It’s not funny!”
“Yes it is,” we replied in unison.
“Dicks,” she muttered.
I grinned at her, but she wouldn’t take the bait. We continued on with dinner and Jon flicked on the TV above the fireplace, we were able to catch the end of It’s A Wonderful Life while finished eating. I kept glancing back at Lydia at the way she was beaming with unbridled excitement and kept picking away at her plate mindlessly. The light from the window over the sink made her bleach blonde hair almost a shimmery, snowy white, while her eyes were a much darker gray than usual. She looked like an angel.
Movement caught my eye and I gaze slid over to Jon as he opened up a bottle of pinot noir for us. The lighting made his streaks of silver disappear and added strange shadows that highlighted the sharpness of his jawline, the cut of his cheekbones, and darkened his glacial eyes. He looked cruel, mean, and I couldn’t help but think about how unlike him that was. He still wasn’t an angel though.
I looked back to Dia and noticed that she was packing things up from the table while the credits rolled on the TV.
“Let me help,” I said as I got up.
Jon clamped a hand on my wrist and pulled me back into my seat. “She’s doing dishes, don’t interfere.”
I wanted her to worship my dick, not my feet. “I’m helping,” I snapped. “You might want her to kiss your feet but that’s not what I want.”
I wanted a full-time submissive, and that’s what I got; she wore her harness, she wore her chastity belt, Jon laid out her clothes for the day and she did the small things we asked like meeting us at the door or asking permission just to sit down, but I wasn’t asking her to do all the chores by herself. As it was, the rules we did have in place were extremely flexible right now because we had no routine, something that bothered her a lot. We had to be able to work around her, not have her work around us, it was a balancing act.
“It was an instruction I gave her,” he explained in an icy voice. “Now sit down and let her do what I asked.”
Chills washed over me and I went from soft to rock hard in seconds. Fuck me. Literally or figuratively, he could choose.
Looking back now I had to wonder if I all the times he had showed me how to properly hold a whip or a paddle that I wasn’t just extremely turned on by women we had tied up, but also the power he wielded. Not that it really mattered now, we could have each other whenever we wanted.
We stared at each other impassively, refusing to look away and be the smaller man while Lydia came around behind me. I felt her lean down before she had her arms around my neck and pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, making me smirk and finally break the stalemate with him.
“Daddy’s just making me feel helpful,” she assured. “I never have to do things like this anymore and I just thought it might be nice to go all out on vacation.”
“Vacation is for relaxing, not cleaning,” I reminded her. “And besides, I think you and I talked about what to do after dinner.”
I tugged at the hem of her knitted dress, a gentle reminder that while she look amazing in purple, I wanted to see it on the floor now. Lydia blushed and pushed her hair out the way so that I could undo the button at the back that held it closed. She reached for the hem and tugged it up over her head, only to discard it on the banister.
My tongue traced my bottom lip as I stroked my hand down the length of her; from the soft muscle of her shoulder down the length of her back and over her perfect ass. I had touched, kissed, and worshipped every inch of her body, I’d watched her crawl across the floor with a riding crop in her mouth for me and get tied to the couch so that I could make her come again and again, but I still couldn’t help and marvel at how beautiful she was.
It was still the ever-growing baby bump that had me most enthralled lately though, just the way she looked right now from the side, how she seemed to instinctively touch it when she was this exposed and perfect weight it added to her. I would never have told her that I was not even the slightest bit interested in seeing a pregnant woman naked, it certainly wasn’t kind and it wouldn’t make a now expectant mother feel good about our relationship, but I’d gotten over it the moment she started showing and now I couldn’t imagine not still being attracted to her. I could only assume that when it was my baby I would be all over her every second of the day, the same way Jon was with her now.
I could see his hand skirting up between her legs, pulling her thighs apart enough that he could try and grope between her legs. The belt was in his way and he didn’t have the key anymore, I’d taken that back the instant I found her strapped down in the play room.
“Kneel in front of Daddy,” I ordered her.
Dia’s eyes flicked to me with that briefest shot of uncertainty before sinking down obediently to her knees. She was getting better every day with that, I’d have to make sure to reward her.
Jon spread his legs for her so that she could get closer to his cock. I got up out of my chair and stood behind her. I raked my hand through her hair while I stood there leering down at her, she gazed up at him with a sultry smile and just faintest hint of pink in her cheeks.
“Now undo his belt,” I continued. “Good girl, keep going, I want to see you jerk him off.”
With his fly down, his cock laid on his stomach obscenely and my kitten focused her attention on his balls; trailing her tongue across them and up the length of his shaft, drawing a shiver of him. I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled her head back.
“I didn’t tell you to act like a fucking tease,” I snapped. “Suck his cock like a good slut.”
My body hummed with electricity as I watched her eagerly reach for his cock and take it into her mouth. This was what she had been asking for and it had taken a lot for me to finally realize that I needed to put more effort in to give her that release she craved. I forced her head down further on his shaft, feeling the tension in her body as she struggled to take more of him. While she choked and gagged, I reached into my pocket and got my phone. Her vibrator could be controlled with my app or the actual remote, I waited until she had most of him down her throat before turning it on.
She jumped in surprise and easily took the last two inches. Jon moaned and lolled his head back at the same time as he reached out to cup her face, holding her there for a few seconds longer. The sound of the vibrator was muffled but I could almost feel it through her, and I could see the way she dug her nails into his knee.
I let go of her hair and let Jon take over for a moment while I got my own fly down. My cock was grating painfully against the zipper and all I wanted was to feel her warm, soft hand wrapped around it. I had my cock in my fist when he jerked her head back and slapped her cheek. The sound rang out across the room and she turned slightly, I saw the shudder roll over her as she came almost instantly afterward. Her back arched and her toes curled but she made almost no noise, save for the little gasp of surprise.
“You can do better than that,” he complained gruffly. “Would you suck your Master’s cock like that?”
I smirked, watching as he forced her to turn and come face to face with my cock. She didn’t wait for instructions, she grabbed my length and took the head into her mouth without a second of hesitation.
“That’s a good girl,” I praised, watching more of my cock disappear into her mouth. “My good little cocksucker.”
She moaned around my cock and I watched delightedly as she opened her eyes and almost smiled despite her mouth being full. She gazed up at me as her tongue massaged the head expertly and her hand pumped up and down, proving that she was everything we said she was and more.
Jon grabbed my phone off the table and tapped at the controls for her toy, making her squirm endlessly and struggle to focus on me. I grinned and took hold of her hair, using her distraction as an opportunity to fuck her mouth. She moaned around my cock and tears streaked down her face into her hair, all I cared about was the heat and pressure tightening every muscle in my abdomen.
Suddenly Jon stood, keeping me from coming right then as he came to stand beside me. I took the hint, reluctantly detaching her and sending her his way. He fucked her mouth slowly, inching himself in while she moaned in protest, he would hold himself completely in her mouth and throat until her hand came up to push him away, then he would finally inch back out.
I watched, practically drooling on myself while she continued jerking me off. She kept going from one to the other and back again, never staying on either of us long enough to come, but enough to make me harder than I had ever been.
We had to toy with her vibrator, fiddling constantly with the settings so that she wouldn’t get accustomed to the power or the pattern, it kept her in a permanent state of orgasm that made her look glassy-eyed. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air and mixed with our own nicely, and every time she came it got stronger.
I was distracted by how she looked as she took my cock in her mouth again, so much that at first I didn’t notice Jon turning to me until he was grasping both my shoulder and his cock while he came. Thick ropes of his cum shot across my shaft and made my kitten pull away, letting him finish all over my aching cock. I jerked her right back into position, feeling myself about to go over the edge and needing that little bit of stimulation to push me over it.
She dragged her tongue across the sensitive head and I groaned loudly as I shot my own cum down her chin and over her tits. The pressure that consumed me, the fire that had flared across my skin was out in mere seconds after I finished, and I could tell it had done the same with Jon at how fast he grabbed her vibrator to turn it off.
Everything just seemed to melt away and the haze in my vision was gone, now all I could see was the crying girl at my feet that was holding onto my pant leg. I sat back down and gently stroked my hand through her hair, detangling the knots we had made while attempting to soothe her.
“You were perfect,” Jon whispered as he crouched next to her. “Absolutely perfect, Miss Morrison.”
“Thank you,” she whispered back.
He kissed her cheek, the same one he’d slapped and stood back up, leaving her resting against my knee. It reminded me of all the times we had been brutal to her in the office and how just like now, she would cling to us while we showed her how much we really cared.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” I asked her softly.
She nodded and peeked up at me quickly before hiding her head again. The slapping was new, it kept her in a more submissive state for longer, and I felt a little bad both times now at how she struggled to come back to us.
“You know, I did get dessert for you,” Jon said.
“Dessert?” she mumbled without looking up.
“I got us apple blossoms and there’s ice cream in the freezer to go with it.”
She jerked her head up and I could swear there were tears in her eyes again. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Ohmigod, I think I’m falling in love all over again,” she whispered.
Jon and I both laughed and I hauled her up back on her feet. She didn’t stay standing long, instead she took a seat on my knee and wrapped her arm around my shoulders for extra support.
“That means you have to serve it to us,” I teased the older man. “Hurry, I don’t want it to get any colder.”
He rolled his eyes and got up, doing up his belt as he went. “Don’t tell the person handling your food to hurry, that’s how it ends up with spit in it.”
“As if I’m scared of your spit, I’ve kissed you enough times that I’m not worried about cooties anymore either.”
He glanced back over his shoulder. “Semen then, I know that’s your favorite.”
I wanted to retch at the thought, and honestly my stomach was just turning at the mention of having to swallow, but Lydia seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world when she suddenly starting giggling.
“What are you laughing about?” I demanded, forcing myself to sound annoyed. “Is there something funny about that?”
“Yes,” she answered hoarsely. “You’ve already got some all over your pants now.”
I stretched my leg out to see that she was right, she had pretty much cleaned herself off with the only suit pants I had brought with me. “Lovely.”
“Yes, you are,” she said before giving me a kiss on cheek.