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My Dom Knocked Me Up

He’s my older, rich, experienced Master and I’m his submissive pet. And he put a baby in me!

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Blake

It’s been a few days since I’ve heard anything back from Tessa in response to texts I’ve sent her, and now I’m actually starting to feel upset.

I thought that perhaps she needed time to move out of her parents’ home and that she would message me back letting me know that we could actually be together without any fear of them finding out or being upset with her.

And yet I think I would have heard something by now.

Part of me is so mad at her that I want to forget all about her. But another part knows that’s impossible.

I decide to think about something that will make me feel better in order to let go of my anger — but of course the only thing that would make me feel better is Tessa.

I imagine bringing her here to my secret room and tying her up to the wall. Perhaps I’d leave her there for a few hours, so she knows what it feels like to be left hanging.

Then I’d come into the room whenever I felt like it and stroke my big cock all over her soft, curvy body.

“Please, Master, fuck me,” she’d say, as I rubbed my shaft all over her.

“No,” I’d say, as I blew my wad on her big breasts. “Now you’ll know what it feels like to be kept waiting.”

I’d do this as many times as I felt like, or maybe I’d sometimes switch it up by taking a switch off the wall and hitting her with it in punishment for her refusal to answer my texts.

“Bad girl,” I’d say, as she cried in pain but also kept begging me to fuck her. “You’re so bad I’m going to have to fuck you hard with my cock, okay?”

“Okay, Master,” she’d sob, relieved to hear that I was finally going to give her what she’d been craving.

As she was still hoisted up to the wall in my secret room and tied to it with fasteners, I’d plunge my cock deep into her pussy until I felt her tight, wet walls enveloping it. I’d thrust and turn it until it was so full of me that it hurt.

“Ow, Master, owww,” she’d cry out, as I kept having my way with her.

As long as she didn’t say the safe word, I could continue. And she wouldn’t say it — I know she wouldn’t.

So, I’d keep pounding that sweet little pussy of hers while she thrashed around trying to get away from me or down and off the wall, but she’d be tied up so tightly that she couldn’t.

She’d just be my little sex slave for me to fuck until I felt myself coming close to blowing my load. As she felt my cock start to pulse inside her and get even bigger, she’d give into the pleasure side of the pain/pleasure continuum and cum right along with me.

Her pussy walls would feel so good as I came inside them, doing my best to fill her womb with my seed and knock her up.

In real life, my cock has been in my hand for some time now, and I’ve been stroking faster and faster as I thought about this fantasy. Now I blow my wad into my palm, wishing it could be Tessa’s pussy.

I want her to be my sex slave forever.

As well as the mother of my child.

Oh, how I hope I can put a baby in her and make her carry my child.

But first I have to get her to answer my fucking call.

My head says not even to try her again, that I’ll just be let down.

But my cock can’t resist.

And my heart knows I’ll keep trying until I get locked up in some kind of insane asylum.

Because Tessa Davenport drives me crazy with desire.

I’m obsessed and I’m not going to stop until she’s mine again.

So, after I put my pants back on and wash my hands, I try to call her again, but this time it doesn’t ring through to the voicemail like it has done in the past whenever I tried to call her.

This time, a robotic message informs me that she is not accepting calls from my number.

I’ve been blocked.

“Fuck.”

The signal she’s sending me is even louder than a safe word.

Back off.

Go away.

I don’t want you in my life.

But I can’t accept this.

I’ve never been one to take no for an answer and I’m not going to start now. I won’t let any obstacle come between Tessa and me.

As I glare at my phone before shaking my head and putting it into my pocket, I’m more determined than ever to keep going after Tessa until she’s mine — I just have to figure out the best way to make that happen.

Tessa

When I wake up this morning, the familiar scent of waffles floats in from the kitchen, where Brianna is making them.

I’m so grateful that I have such a great best friend who’s not only letting me stay with her because my parents kicked me out once they found out I had slept with a much older man, but who also cooks me breakfast, too!

About a month has passed since I last saw Blake and my heart feels broken because I really thought we were meant to be. If it wasn’t for Brianna’s support, I don’t know what I’d do, especially after “losing” my parents.

They’re still alive, of course. But after they kicked me out and disowned me, I still haven’t heard anything from them, and I’m not even sure I’d want to after the way they mistreated me, so they’re not in my life at all.

I try to do my part to show Brianna how grateful I am for her by cooking for her when I can, but she always insists, since she loves to cook, anyway. So, I try to clean up around her place and even try to help with any necessary repairs, even though I’m not good at any of that stuff and have always hated doing anything domestic.

I even managed to successfully bake her some cookies the other day. She liked them but that still didn’t cheer me up very much. I’ve been in quite the depressive slump.

I have managed to find some apartments around here for rent, and I keep telling myself I need to move into one because I don’t want to be a burden on Brianna. And yet I keep staying here, probably because I crave Brianna’s companionship and I fear I’ll be even more depressed if I have to live all alone.

I’ve told Brianna I can move out from her apartment whenever she wants. But she says she doesn’t want me to leave while I’m so upset. She also says, in response to my protests that she really doesn’t have to make me waffles every morning, that she can’t help but want to treat me well because I’ve been through so much.

I still can’t believe Blake dumped me like he did.

How could he tell me he loves me and then break up with me over text?

It makes no sense unless his feelings for me scared him so much that he had to back away. Still, it doesn’t add up to me.

I know he used to be cold and distant, but he had really let down some emotional walls when he’d confessed his love for me. And as a strong, powerful alpha male, his personality is such the decisive, “take charge” type that I can’t imagine him telling me something he wasn’t sure about and would later regret.

As usual, I’m left with more questions than answers and I tell myself not to think about it. But unlike times in the past, this time, that’s almost as easy to do as it is to say, because suddenly something takes over that makes it impossible for me to think very clearly at all!

Normally the smell of Brianna’s waffles makes me hungry… but today it just makes me sick!

I stumble out of bed and towards the bathroom. I barely make it there before I barf into the toilet.

“Fuck!” I cry out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” Brianna asks, rushing in to see what in the world has made me curse so much.

As soon as she gets to the door of the bathroom, which I’d left open in my hurry to not wretch all over her floor, she says, “Oh.”

There’s a strong hint of knowledge in her tone as she says it that makes things come to light for me, too.

“Am I pregnant?” I ask her. “Is that even possible?”

Tears well up in my eyes as soon as this very stupid question is out of my mouth.

Of course it’s fucking possible.

In fact, it’s very fucking probable!

Blake had had unprotected sex with me and had even hinted that he was trying to knock me up.

Back then, he’d wanted to claim me as his own forever, so badly that he had wanted to put his baby in me.

And now, it seems, there’s proof that he managed to do just that.

Yet he isn’t anywhere around to help me deal with it!

Tessa

“What am I going to do?” I ask Brianna, as tears fall down my face.

“The first thing you should do is remain calm and not panic,” she says. “It’s not good for the baby. If there’s a baby. And if you want to keep it.”

I gulp, feeling overwhelmed with all the things I need to consider.

I’m really mad at Blake and I feel like I’ll probably never see him again, but my instinct is that I do want to keep this pregnancy.

It’s not like I’d be a totally broke single mom with absolutely no one to help me.

Sure, I don’t have my parents since they’ve disowned me.

I don’t have Blake since he completely walked away from me.

But I have Brianna.

And I have all the money I earned at Club Hot Commodities when I sold my virginity — and apparently a whole lot more — to the highest bidder.

I still can’t believe how excited I had been when Blake won. I’d been so happy that such an older, more experienced, sexy, rich, powerful man would be the one to claim me for my very first time.

It was so hot to feel his cock inside me. I even liked how he spanked me when he had to discipline me for making him have feelings for me. As well as the way he twisted my nipple and slapped my breasts and my ass. Even when he teased me and “tortured” me with toys and tools, I’d loved it.

I could have just lived in his secret room full of adventurous, exciting things, and died happy.

Instead, I’m here worried about a possible pregnancy and he’s completely gone.

“Tessa?” Brianna asks, looking at me with concern.

“Sorry. I must have been spacing out. I just can’t believe that Blake would leave me like this. And now I might be having his baby.”

“I know,” she says, nodding while frowning.

She looks so worried about me that I can’t help but take charge of the situation for once, instead of leaving her to do it.

“Look, it’s fine, I’ll be fine,” I lie. “The first thing I’m going to do is clean up this mess I made.”

I flush the toilet and then get some cleaning products out from under her bathroom sink and start scrubbing the rim and bowl of it with them.

Usually, it’s Brianna who’s better at cleaning but right now she’s just letting me do it, as if she knows that it will somehow burn away my negative energy and kill those negative thoughts that are roaring inside my head, just like it’s killing the germs.

After a minute, I stand up and wipe some sweat off my brow, still holding the cleaning rag in my hand. When I look at Brianna’s face, I see that she has a hand over her mouth, suppressing a smile.

And when I say, “What’s so funny?” she bursts into laughter.

“What?” I demand, although I’m laughing too now, even though I don’t even know why.

“Nothing. Everything. Something.”

She’s laughing so hard now that she can’t even talk. It feels good to let out my laughter, even though I still don’t know what’s so funny.

“Your chuckles are contagious, but I wish I knew what caused them,” I say, after we both settle down.

“Oh, I don’t know. First, just the fact that you were cleaning my toilet made me laugh. I mean, you don’t exactly like cleaning.”

“That’s definitely true,” I admit.

“So, it tickled my funny bone to see you bent over and scrubbing such a gross area of the house. Like, that was the first thing you thought of to do after finding out you could be pregnant. As if you were thinking, ‘Well, I’d better start learning how to clean up puke, since I’m about to have a kid, and they puke a lot.’ Or maybe you are starting your ‘nesting phase’ really, really early.”

“Ha!” I explode. “That is pretty funny, when you put it that way. I guess I had all this nervous energy pent up inside that I needed to get out. Plus, I felt bad about barfing everywhere. I needed to clean that up pronto!”

“It really wasn’t that much barf,” she protests. “You forget I raised my younger siblings, and they were always bringing some gross stomach bug home from school. Seriously. This is good practice… if you’re wanting to keep it.”

“True,” I agree. “But there’s still no reason to make you clean up my vomit. I’m not a kid and I’m not one of your younger siblings.”

“Yeah, but still.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “Like I was saying, you’d better get used to it, if you decide to have a kid.”

She says it in such a resolute manner, as if she’s a schoolmarm just teaching me about the facts of life, that I start to laugh all over again.

As I look in the mirror, I see that my face is a mess even though everything around me is clean now. When I mention this fact to Brianna as I start wetting a rag to wash it off, she laughs all over again.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to be mean, but that was another reason I was laughing. Here you were making sure there wasn’t one speck of puke left on the floor, and yet you still had it all over your face!”

We continue chuckling together as I clean my face, but then it’s time to face more serious matters.

“Well, I guess the moment of truth will soon be upon us,” I announce. “Because the next thing I need to do is take a pregnancy test.”

She sighs and nods, and then starts rummaging around in the drawers of her bathroom cabinet.

“I guess that is the next logical step,” she says. “And I happen to have one around here somewhere.”

“You do? Why?”

“Well, I had a scare a while back, from back when I was considering getting serious with that stupid turd, Billy.”

“Ugh,” I groan. “He was awful. You didn’t even tell me about a pregnancy scare! I’m so glad it was negative. I mean, I’m assuming it was?”

“Well,” she says in a vague manner, and sighs. “I didn’t tell you because I was embarrassed due to why I bought it.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well, we haven’t even had sex. I was saving that for a serious relationship, because I’m deathly afraid of getting knocked up like my mom kept doing over and over. Umm, I mean, no offense…”

A horrified look crosses her face as she realizes how what she’d said sounds, but I shrug it off.

“No, I get it. No offense taken.”

“Okay. Good. Whew. What I meant was that I’m unnaturally paranoid about getting pregnant. I had decided to stock up on pregnancy tests before I ever even started having sex, just so I’d be prepared to start testing every month to make sure I wasn’t pregnant,” she continues.

“So, I went and bought some tests. But then, as you know, Billy and I never got into a serious relationship because I kept thinking he was going to ask me, and he never did. Finally, I realized it’s probably not going to happen. I keep seeing him every now and then, which is probably dumb of me, but at least I’m not having sex with him. And now I have all these unused pregnancy tests. Somewhere.”

And now I’m the dummy who might be pregnant, I think, but I don’t say anything, since she’s talking about herself, and I don’t want to make it about me.

Billy hasn’t been coming around much, ever since Brianna told him she wouldn’t play the role of designated driver anymore. She had realized that all he wanted her for was a free ride when he’d been out drinking with his friends. And the hope of sex, of course.

I’m so glad she didn’t give it up to that asshole!

I want her to dump him completely, but I know that’s her decision to make. Just like it’s my decision what to do about this pregnancy, although it would be a lot easier of a decision to make if Blake were still around.

“Oh, here it is!” she says. “All the way in the back of my bathroom cupboard. I forgot I’d covered it up with some bath products because I didn’t want anyone to see if it, I got a nosy houseguest or something.”

She opens the box and takes one of the tests out and hands it to me and I pee on it. I seem to have a lot more pee than normal, which I’m pretty sure is another sign that I could be pregnant.

Brianna and I hold our breaths while we wait for the test to tell us what a big part of myself already knows. Sure enough, a plus sign appears, right away.

“Fuck.”

“Take a deep breath,” she says, as she takes hold of my hand. “Whatever you decide to do, we can do it together.”

“Thank you, Bri,” I tell her, as I lay my head on her shoulder.

I’m more grateful than ever for her friendship and support.

But I’m also angrier than ever at Blake for putting a baby in me… and then dumping me.

Blake

It’s been a month and a half since I’ve seen Tessa, and I’ve spent countless attempts trying to call her, but every time I do, her phone still informs me that my number can’t get through to hers.

None of this makes any fucking sense.

Not that long ago, she was letting me take her whenever and wherever I wanted and letting me do whatever I wanted to her.

Oh, how I miss those gorgeous curves of hers.

I miss how she would bend over and let me see her beautiful pussy and grab and slap those bouncy ass cheeks of hers.

She even let me fucking cum inside her.

And now she’s blocked me and won’t take my calls?

I have a feeling that this has something to do with her parents. She was always saying they were over-protective and strict.

But would she let them make it so that we don’t even talk to each other?

Or had she taken my money and run?

I have to give consideration to that possibility, as unsavory as it may seem.

After all, she had come to Club Hot Commodities to make money and she really didn’t owe me anything beyond what I’d paid her for.

It was a simple sale. My money for her virginity. And then she’d met with me again but maybe that was just because I’d given her a generous tip.

And then she’d met with me again.

She’d even come to my house and let me tie her up in my sex room!

Had she only been on the hunt for more money?

Had she returned my declarations of love just to see if I’d shell out more cash?

And then maybe she’d taken off once I hadn’t?

It didn’t seem fitting with her character.

But maybe I was conned.

I feel embarrassed if I fell so deeply for someone who had only wanted my money. My dad would have a lot to say about that, and I would hate to have to admit that he had been right. He’d warned me away from Club Hot Commodities and said that only low-life gold diggers were there.

And yet I can’t think of Tessa like that.

Even if she was only in it for money, she had performed her job spectacularly — and then some.

And I really don’t think it was about the money.

Something is preventing her from being able to talk to me for so long.

I’m sure of it.

But what could it be?

Of that, I have no idea.

I know I have to get to the bottom of the Tessa situation, but I also know that I have to take care of some business arrangements first.

My father has been more and more distant with me ever since I started defying his authority. I know that he’s golfing today, and I purposefully didn’t go meet him at the golf course like usual — even though Steve might be there — because I need some important documents in his office.

As I drive to his house and use the spare key he’d given me, I feel a bit guilty for not informing him I’d be coming, but the whole point of my unannounced arrival is that I need to get to those documents before he does. I don’t trust him anymore — not ever since he had threatened me with cutting me out of the business.

There’s no way he can do that without a proper vote, and I doubt the board of directors would want me to leave. I do the lion’s share of the work for the company while my father is semi-retired.

So, the only way for my father to really screw me over would be if he fraudulently changed the documents. And I wouldn’t put that past him.

As I go into his home office, I open a drawer and find the documents I need. I’m relieved that they look unchanged, but I still take them so that he can’t change them later.

Who knows what he might be capable of?

Then I start closing the drawer, only to notice something that’s clearly been shoved towards the back of it. It’s black, and silver, and looks a lot like my phone.

What the fuck?

As I pull it out, I see that it is my phone.

But my phone is in my pocket, isn’t it?

I pat it and find that, yes, it is.

So, there are two identical phones.

Why does my father have a phone that looks just like mine?

As I turn it on and scroll through it, I see that it has all my calls and messages in it up until about a month and a half ago.

Up until the last time I’d seen Tessa.

There’s a missed call from a number I don’t know, and a return call that lasted for about five minutes.

I definitely wasn’t the one who had made that call and I don’t know whose number it belongs to.

As I search in the text messages section of the phone, my heart sinks because I see that there was also a text sent to Tessa’s number that I know I didn’t send. But apparently, she received it.

It tells her that I’m breaking up with her and want nothing to do with her.

What the fuck?

Those are the last contacts that have been made with this phone, and it doesn’t look like it has active service.

Putting the pieces of the puzzle together, I realize that my father must have somehow gotten my phone after that fight we’d had at breakfast the morning after I’d been with Tessa. He must have seen that her parents called me, and then he must have called them back using my phone.

He must have coordinated with them so that he sent a breakup text from my phone, then went out and bought a new one just like it and had everything transferred over to it except for those two secret phone calls and that one secret text, which he deleted evidence of before getting the phone back into my possession.

Tessa’s parents must have shown her the text from him in which it looks like I’m breaking up with her. And then they must have either blocked me from her phone or taken her phone away from her and disconnected the number, or something like that.

I can’t believe the depths my father sunk to. I’m not too surprised that Tessa’s parents would do such things because they’re overly worried about their young daughter.

Even though she’s 19 and in college trying to become a journalist, they still see her as their child and it’s easy enough to understand how they would disapprove of her selling her virginity to a much older man.

But my dad has no excuse. He just wants to make sure I don’t end up with a gold digger like he did.

He may think he’s trying to protect me from his own bad fate but I’m a fully grown man who can make my own decisions.

And I had decided to be with Tessa.

To tell her I love her.

I can’t believe I even doubted her for a second.

Of course she’s not after me for money.

She had opened herself up to me and was vulnerable with me — literally as well as figuratively.

Only someone who loves someone else can truly do that.

I can’t believe my dad has made such a mess of things and that I didn’t find out until now.

I have to try to find a way to make this right.

I just hope I’m not too late.

Tessa

It’s been another week and now I’m at the doctor’s office to confirm my pregnancy. It’s the soonest that Planned Parenthood was able to get me in.

I’m only here because I’m afraid that my parents would somehow try to snoop on my medical records if I were to go to our regular family doctor. I already know I want to keep the baby.

I know it’s probably foolish to continue a pregnancy when I’m so young and on my own and will be a single mother. Brianna probably has very strong feelings about that that she hasn’t voiced to me in her attempt to be supportive.

I didn’t even bring her with me here to this appointment today because I’m afraid that even having her presence here would make me consider terminating the pregnancy, because I know that that’s what any rational, sane person would do.

And yet I already feel connected to this pregnancy, and I think I would regret not seeing it through. Plus, it’s not like I’m struggling financially. I’d made enough at the auction so that I’m set for life.

The only truly hard part is knowing that I’ll be bringing a baby into the world without a father. And that I won’t have any connection to him, either. And that having the baby might remind me of that fact all the time.

Still, it’s not the baby’s fault.

And I still very much want it, as ill-advised as that may be.

I can’t even tell Blake I’m pregnant because I can’t contact him at all. But part of me knows there would be ways to search him out and give him the news. I could go back to Club Hot Commodities and ask them to call him. I could even send a letter in the mail or something.

Publish something in the paper, like when people are going to sell unclaimed property or can’t find someone to serve in a lawsuit?

Something.

I know that at some point I’ll have to go to whatever lengths necessary to tell him he’s a father because it’s only the right thing to do, although I have no idea how he’ll react to the news. I’m assuming he’ll be pretty upset, since he clearly doesn’t want to see me anymore.

I’ve decided that I’ll put that off until some point in the future. First I have to have a medical profession confirm that I’m even pregnant and that everything looks good with the pregnancy so far.

So, I’m currently sitting in an office at Planned Parenthood, wearing only a dressing gown, and waiting for a doctor to come in and see me.

There’s a knock on the door, which I think is kind of strange since I’m in their office and not the other way around, but I’ve never been to Planned Parenthood before, so I start to think that maybe this is just how they do things.

“Come in!” I call out.

When the door opens, I look up, expecting to see the doctor but what I see instead surprises the shit out of me.

“Blake?!”

I blink several times.

I must be hallucinating.

How can it be Blake?

How would he even know I’m here when he doesn’t even know I’m pregnant?

And what in the world would he even be doing here?

“Tessa!” He rushes over to me and gives me a hug, even though I look ridiculous in my doctor’s appointment attire. “I figured you’d be staying with Brianna. I went over there, and she told me you were here.”

So, that answers several of my questions. But it leaves other very important ones outstanding.

“Did she tell you… umm…. what’s been up?” I ask him, unsure of how to blurt out the words, I’m pregnant. I’m having your baby.

“No, but she told me you’re at Planned Parenthood, and now I’m here too, so…”

“Blake, I think I might be — ” I start to say, but the doctor comes in before I can finish.

She definitely does not knock.

“Hello,” she says briskly, looking at the chart in her hands instead of at me. “Tessa, right?”

“Yes,” I tell her.

It’s obvious she’s very busy. I wish she could go onto the next patient and come back after Blake and I have had time to talk. I really need to catch him up on a lot of things!

“Okay, I know they got a urine sample from you out front when you first came in, and…”

She runs a finger down the piece of paper in my chart and clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth as I grab Blake’s hand, anticipating what she’s about to say.

“…yes, there’s the result right there. It’s positive. You’re pregnant.”

There’s a silence in the room and only then does she look up at me, blinking rapidly.

“I always hesitate to say ‘congratulations’ as I don’t know if this is good news or bad. I like to let my patient speak at this point. But you two are so quiet that…”

“It’s good news!” Blake announces, and when I turn to look at him, I see that a wide smile has spread across his face. “It’s great news. The best news. Tessa, you’re pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?”

“Yes,” I answer, smiling back at him.

“Oh, my God.” He pulls me close and hugs me. “I mean, I kind of assumed you might be, since you were here at Planned Parenthood, but to actually hear that you are is just amazing news!”

“Alright then,” the doctor says, raising an eyebrow at us while grinning only slighting. “Glad to know this is good news. And apparently surprising, for at least one of you.”

“I can explain…” I start to say, but she shakes her head.

“There’s no need for that,” she says. Then she checks her watch. “And quite frankly, there’s no time, either. I need to give you an ultrasound.”

“Okay,” I say, as she wheels over a machine.

“This will tell us if the pregnancy seems viable, although it’s still pretty early to know for sure. But it confirms it for your records and checks off the state requirements, should you decide to terminate, and can also give you valuable information about the date and health of the pregnancy, should you decide to keep it.”

Blake starts talking but she cuts him off.

“I know Dad here is super excited but it’s your decision,” she tells me.

“Oh, yes, of course,” Blake agrees.

“I had already decided I wanted to keep it,” I tell him.

“Oh, good.”

He sighs and looks relieved.

“When Brianna said you were at Planned Parenthood, I thought you might be ending the pregnancy because of everything that happened and I was so worried. I’m so relieved now!”

“What did happen?” I ask him, because I’m still really confused about that.

But the doctor is starting the ultrasound and I realize this is not a good time to be having a personal chat.

“Actually, just tell me later,” I say.

“Good idea,” the doctor agrees. “Because we’re about to find out if I can see anything.”

She squints at the screen and then nods.

“Yep. Here it is. The gestational sac. And there’s the embryo. You’re further along than I thought.”

“I couldn’t remember when exactly I’d had my last period, when I was filling out your forms up front,” I tell her, feeling a bit embarrassed. “And it took me a while to notice what was going on and come in.”

“No problem,” she says. “It’s still early on and you did the right thing by coming in. I just think that the gestational age will be adjusted based on what I’d initially thought, and it might even be possible to hear a heartbeat.”

My own heartbeat quickens as she says this, and I glance over at Blake, who has an even bigger smile on his face now as he squeezes my hand in excitement.

Sure enough, once she puts the Doppler on my stomach, we hear a faint yet steady heartbeat.

“Oh, my God!” we both exclaim at the same time.

Then we look at each other in amazement.

I never thought I’d be so happy about any one thing, yet here I am feeling like this is the best day ever, even though I have no idea why Blake sent me that text and why he’s back again out of the blue.

He really is mysterious, and maybe one day I’ll figure it out, but right now, I just want to bask in my feelings of excitement that we’re having a baby… and happiness that he’s here to share in that excitement with me.

“We’re going to be parents,” Blake and I say at the same time, and laugh.

Tessa

Once the doctor leaves the room, Blake suggests we go to his place to talk, and of course I take him up on that offer!

He calls a private car to pick us up, and as soon as we’re in it, I say, “Okay, what’s going on? Because one minute I get a text from you, breaking up with me out of nowhere right after we had a really hot time together and you told me you loved me and that you wanted to get me pregnant, and the next minute… okay, within the next two months or so… you show back up when I’m at a doctor’s appointment because you did, in fact, get me pregnant?”

“Fuck, I know; the whole thing is so crazy.”

He proceeds to tell me about how his dad did him dirty… and my parents fucking helped him!

“I guess the part about my parents doesn’t really surprise me,” I tell him. “But did you really think your dad would sink so low?”

“No,” he admits. “I didn’t. And now I may never talk to him again.”

“I guess we’re both in the unfortunate club of being disowned from, or disowning, our parents,” I say with a sigh.

“Well, that’s too bad for them,” he says, taking my hand in his. “You’re an amazing woman and if your parents don’t see how capable you are of making choices in life, and if they insist on berating you and controlling you, they don’t deserve you.”

“The same goes for you,” I tell him. “Your dad should realize how successful you are and trust you to make your own decisions.”

“When you put it like that, it does seem a lot more easily said than done,” he says, with a semi-sad-sounding ironic chuckle. “But at least we have each other. I was going crazy without you. I never want to let you out of my sight again.”

“Promise?” I ask with a grin.

And as if on cue, the driver pulls up to his huge house and we go inside.

“Oh, I promise,” he says, taking me up on the challenge I’d put to him when we were in the car. “I might even have to tie you down so that you can’t leave even if you want to.”

“I might have to enjoy that,” I tease him in return.

He takes off my clothes, saying, “Wow, I’ve missed these amazing curves of yours,” and then pulls my hands up over my head and uses a rope to tie my wrists to his bedstand.

“I guess I have to be gentle with you, now that I’ve knocked you up,” he says.

“I think you can still get away with a lot of things; the baby is still small and well-protected in there.”

“That’s true. But I might have to start getting you ready for other ways we can enjoy ourselves, for when the time comes to be super careful.”

He reaches underneath me and grabs my ass cheeks, pulling me up closer to him and squeezing them as he kisses me.

I think about how he’s mentioned the future possibility of anal sex before, and my pussy tingles in anticipation.

“Right now, I’m going to enjoy reclaiming that tight, hot, wet little pussy of yours though,” he says, as he starts taking off his own clothes.

I stare at his huge cock, which I’ve missed so much, before he starts putting it inside me. With one hand he starts pinching and playing with one of my nipples. His other hand returns underneath me and starts fingering my ass hole as his cock plunges its way into my pussy.

“Oh, Blake, I’ve missed you so much,” I moan, as I relish the feeling of being completely filled by him once again.

“I’ve missed you so much too. My cock is stuffing your little pussy hole and stretching it so wide open for me, and those tight walls of yours are clinging tightly to it like you never want to let me go again.”

“I don’t,” I tell him, as I feel an orgasm start to wash over me. “I never, ever want to let you go, no matter what.”

“Good.”

He tugs on the rope and then leans down to bite my nipple while his cock thrusts in and out of my pussy. I jerk back because it hurts a bit, but he’s tied me up so tightly I can’t get loose.

I don’t say our safe word, of course.

I never want to have to use it.

I want him to do whatever he wants to me, whenever he wants.

Plus, he must have known I was about to cum, because now the feeling of pleasure overpowers the pain that his bite had caused me. He switches to sucking on my nipple as he continues to fuck me, and I feel my slippery pussy juices running all over his big cock.

“Mmmmm, Blake…”

“Master,” he reminds me.

Oh, yes.

It hasn’t been so long that I’d forgotten that he’s my master!

“Master.”

“That’s right. I’m your master. And you’ll let me do anything I want to you, won’t you?” he asks, as he slaps my breast and pounds his cock into my pussy. “Anything to any part of you?”

His fingers explore the rim of my asshole, and then they push their way into it just slightly.

“Yes, Master,” I agree.

He twists my nipple while his fingers are still up in my ass hole.

“Good girl. That’s my good little pet.”

He’s thrusting harder and harder inside me now, and I can feel his cock start to pulse inside me. It throbs as he cums, his shaft shooting its whole load inside me.

“Fuck yeah,” he says. “I’m filling up this tight pussy of yours with my cum. Take it, pet, take it.”

“Yes, Master,” I say, as his fingers stretch my ass hole open even wider while his cock fills me up with its creamy wetness.

We’re breathing heavily, nearly panting, as he undoes the knot in the rope that’s around my wrists.

“No, no,” he says, as I try to break free of the rope completely. “I’m keeping you here until the next time I’m ready to use you. Like I said, I’m not letting there be any opportunity for you to get away from me.”

“Yes, Master,” I agree, and my heart pounds as he gets up, puts a robe on, and leaves the room.

I’m still bound to the bed as his naked captive, although there’s some room for me to turn around some. I snuggle up against the pillow and decide to take a nap.

I’m pregnant now, and need to rest, especially because my master makes a lot of demands of me, and I want to be willing and ready to fulfill them all.

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