Expecting It All
Excerpt By Livia Grant
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"And what do you think you're doing, young lady? You have a very important job to take care of still tonight."
Rachel played along. "What job is that?"
"Daddy. Until the next time the baby wakes up, I'm your Daddy, and you are my very good girl. And you know what good girls get, don't you?"
They'd played this game out dozens of times during their marriage, and as if they had been trained, her neglected girly parts contracted with pent-up desire.
"Good girl spankings?" she asked hopefully.
Derek's lopsided grin lit up his face, making him the most handsome man she'd ever seen. "Oh, you'd better believe it. That, and a nice full tummy of hot cum."
Rachel licked her lips self-consciously, anxious to get started, yet wanting to make the moment last. "I am still ravenous."
"Oh baby, so am I. Now, I think you're overdressed."
One by one, each piece of the outfit she'd worn to the shower was peeled away from her body. Derek showed great restraint as he trailed kisses across her skin, igniting a long dormant need. When she stood naked before her husband, he pressed her gently to her knees.
Rachel licked her lips, preparing to take the full length of his cock down her throat, but he stepped out of her reach before her mission was accomplished. She watched him cross the room to the dresser. When he turned back toward her, she saw her thick gold choker collar in his hands.
Tears filled her eyes. More important than her wedding band, her collar represented her commitment to her Dom... her Daddy... her Derek. The first tear streaked down her cheek just as he wrapped the heavy jewelry around her petite neck, locking it in place. The cool weight touching her skin had an immediate calming effect.
She hadn't overtly recognized that she was tense until that very minute, but the second it locked, she felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. It felt like coming home as her Daddy linked his fingers through her long brunette hair and used it to yank her forward against his long cock. Her mouth stretched open to take him inside her. The taste of his pre-cum on her tongue was a familiar heaven. Within two thrusts, he was prodding the back of her throat.
She may have been out of practice, but giving good head was like riding a bike. It came back to her easily. His eight-inch rod slid down her throat as she swallowed, making sure to constrict her Daddy's cock in the best possible way. His corresponding growl told her he appreciated her efforts.
He rode her mouth hard and fast, exactly as she liked it. She adored servicing her Daddy on her knees; knowing she could push him over the edge to his own orgasm. So Rachel was shocked when he abruptly pulled out of her mouth, taking a step back just before he shot his wad down her throat.
She gasped for breath as she dared to glance up at her Dom. The look of love in his eyes made her sway with emotion.
"Not yet. I'm gonna come inside that pussy of yours tonight. I've missed it so much, but before we do that, I think I promised my little girl a good girl spanking."
At his words, the #esh on her ass tingled. Just the promise of being disciplined, and already her bottom prickled with goosebumps. Derek's grin told her he had noticed.
Her Dom was back. He hooked his finger through the ring on her collar and yanked her forward. She fell to her hands and knees and crawled to the hard-backed chair they kept in their bedroom for nighttime spankings exactly like this.
Rachel's heart thumped in her chest with pent-up anticipation as she let herself be pulled face down across Derek's muscular legs. Before she could wiggle at all, his right leg clamped over both her calves, restraining her against his lap. Her long hair dragged across the floor. Only her fingertips could reach the carpet.
One of the things she loved the most about her good girl spankings was the intimacy of the time over her Daddy's lap. Unlike naughty girl spankings over the bed or a spanking bench, she adored being close enough to smell his masculine scent. She loved to wrap her left arm around his muscular calf to hold on night as he started with a slow, intimate massage for her ass cheeks.
Only when her butt was warmed did the small slaps begin. Back and forth. Left to right. Gradually growing in heat and speed, until Rachel felt the need to wiggle.
Only then did her husband stop the spanking long enough to slide his thick fingers through her now wet folds, making sure to pay extra attention to her puffy clit. Just when she was about to tip into pleasure did his caress stop, and he returned his flat palm to her now pink bottom. Sweet torture. The only thing that could take her higher was the feel of Derek's rock-hard cock poking her tummy. He was clearly as tortured as she was, so it was no surprise when, in one swift motion, he raised his leg and lifted her body up to stand in front of him.
His large hands clamped down on her hips. He picked her up as if she were a feather and pulled her into his lap, facing him with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Look at me, Rachel Lynn."
She did. "Yes, Sir."
"Daddy. At night, after Michael is asleep, I'm still your Daddy."
She grinned. "Yes, Daddy."
Their eyes were locked as he lifted her once more, lining up his hard shaft. As he loosened his grip, he let gravity press her body down, planting his tool deep inside in one thrust. A small twinge of discomfort joined the ecstasy of having her husband inside her again. Recognizing she might be in pain this first time after giving birth, her thoughtful Dom lifted her slowly before lowering her again, even slower.
Her heart swelled at his thoughtfulness, but she didn't want him to be gentle. She wanted his dominance—his power—his protection—his love.
She started to wiggle, attempting to speed him along, but he slapped her naked ass instead.
"That's enough, little girl. We go at my speed. Not yours."
"But I want you... bad," she whispered.
"In case you missed it, you have me. All of me."
"Yes, but—"
"But... my baby wants me to fuck her harder?"
His naughty words turned her on. "Yes, please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
Playtime was over. Derek lifted her from her hips again and again, pulling her up only to drop her, impaling her over and over with his hardness as the intensity of his love shone in his eyes.
Rachel tumbled into her climax first, and was lucky enough to topple over the edge again only minutes later as Derek was getting closer.
He came with a roar, spewing hot cum deep inside Rachel's body, tipping her over the edge into a third orgasm, collapsing her head into the crook of his neck, nibbling as she started her recovery.
They hugged each other silently until she felt his softening cock slipping from her. Only then did it hit her, and she panicked.
"Oh, no!"
"What?"
Derek looked terrified, and Rachel worried that she'd panicked him unnecessarily.
"I'm not on the pill again yet. We didn't use a condom. With my luck, we'll get pregnant again."
She'd expected to see panic in his eyes, but instead she saw joy. "That would be lucky, wouldn't it? I love you, Rach."
"I love you more, Daddy."
Rachel played along. "What job is that?"
"Daddy. Until the next time the baby wakes up, I'm your Daddy, and you are my very good girl. And you know what good girls get, don't you?"
They'd played this game out dozens of times during their marriage, and as if they had been trained, her neglected girly parts contracted with pent-up desire.
"Good girl spankings?" she asked hopefully.
Derek's lopsided grin lit up his face, making him the most handsome man she'd ever seen. "Oh, you'd better believe it. That, and a nice full tummy of hot cum."
Rachel licked her lips self-consciously, anxious to get started, yet wanting to make the moment last. "I am still ravenous."
"Oh baby, so am I. Now, I think you're overdressed."
One by one, each piece of the outfit she'd worn to the shower was peeled away from her body. Derek showed great restraint as he trailed kisses across her skin, igniting a long dormant need. When she stood naked before her husband, he pressed her gently to her knees.
Rachel licked her lips, preparing to take the full length of his cock down her throat, but he stepped out of her reach before her mission was accomplished. She watched him cross the room to the dresser. When he turned back toward her, she saw her thick gold choker collar in his hands.
Tears filled her eyes. More important than her wedding band, her collar represented her commitment to her Dom... her Daddy... her Derek. The first tear streaked down her cheek just as he wrapped the heavy jewelry around her petite neck, locking it in place. The cool weight touching her skin had an immediate calming effect.
She hadn't overtly recognized that she was tense until that very minute, but the second it locked, she felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. It felt like coming home as her Daddy linked his fingers through her long brunette hair and used it to yank her forward against his long cock. Her mouth stretched open to take him inside her. The taste of his pre-cum on her tongue was a familiar heaven. Within two thrusts, he was prodding the back of her throat.
She may have been out of practice, but giving good head was like riding a bike. It came back to her easily. His eight-inch rod slid down her throat as she swallowed, making sure to constrict her Daddy's cock in the best possible way. His corresponding growl told her he appreciated her efforts.
He rode her mouth hard and fast, exactly as she liked it. She adored servicing her Daddy on her knees; knowing she could push him over the edge to his own orgasm. So Rachel was shocked when he abruptly pulled out of her mouth, taking a step back just before he shot his wad down her throat.
She gasped for breath as she dared to glance up at her Dom. The look of love in his eyes made her sway with emotion.
"Not yet. I'm gonna come inside that pussy of yours tonight. I've missed it so much, but before we do that, I think I promised my little girl a good girl spanking."
At his words, the #esh on her ass tingled. Just the promise of being disciplined, and already her bottom prickled with goosebumps. Derek's grin told her he had noticed.
Her Dom was back. He hooked his finger through the ring on her collar and yanked her forward. She fell to her hands and knees and crawled to the hard-backed chair they kept in their bedroom for nighttime spankings exactly like this.
Rachel's heart thumped in her chest with pent-up anticipation as she let herself be pulled face down across Derek's muscular legs. Before she could wiggle at all, his right leg clamped over both her calves, restraining her against his lap. Her long hair dragged across the floor. Only her fingertips could reach the carpet.
One of the things she loved the most about her good girl spankings was the intimacy of the time over her Daddy's lap. Unlike naughty girl spankings over the bed or a spanking bench, she adored being close enough to smell his masculine scent. She loved to wrap her left arm around his muscular calf to hold on night as he started with a slow, intimate massage for her ass cheeks.
Only when her butt was warmed did the small slaps begin. Back and forth. Left to right. Gradually growing in heat and speed, until Rachel felt the need to wiggle.
Only then did her husband stop the spanking long enough to slide his thick fingers through her now wet folds, making sure to pay extra attention to her puffy clit. Just when she was about to tip into pleasure did his caress stop, and he returned his flat palm to her now pink bottom. Sweet torture. The only thing that could take her higher was the feel of Derek's rock-hard cock poking her tummy. He was clearly as tortured as she was, so it was no surprise when, in one swift motion, he raised his leg and lifted her body up to stand in front of him.
His large hands clamped down on her hips. He picked her up as if she were a feather and pulled her into his lap, facing him with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Look at me, Rachel Lynn."
She did. "Yes, Sir."
"Daddy. At night, after Michael is asleep, I'm still your Daddy."
She grinned. "Yes, Daddy."
Their eyes were locked as he lifted her once more, lining up his hard shaft. As he loosened his grip, he let gravity press her body down, planting his tool deep inside in one thrust. A small twinge of discomfort joined the ecstasy of having her husband inside her again. Recognizing she might be in pain this first time after giving birth, her thoughtful Dom lifted her slowly before lowering her again, even slower.
Her heart swelled at his thoughtfulness, but she didn't want him to be gentle. She wanted his dominance—his power—his protection—his love.
She started to wiggle, attempting to speed him along, but he slapped her naked ass instead.
"That's enough, little girl. We go at my speed. Not yours."
"But I want you... bad," she whispered.
"In case you missed it, you have me. All of me."
"Yes, but—"
"But... my baby wants me to fuck her harder?"
His naughty words turned her on. "Yes, please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
Playtime was over. Derek lifted her from her hips again and again, pulling her up only to drop her, impaling her over and over with his hardness as the intensity of his love shone in his eyes.
Rachel tumbled into her climax first, and was lucky enough to topple over the edge again only minutes later as Derek was getting closer.
He came with a roar, spewing hot cum deep inside Rachel's body, tipping her over the edge into a third orgasm, collapsing her head into the crook of his neck, nibbling as she started her recovery.
They hugged each other silently until she felt his softening cock slipping from her. Only then did it hit her, and she panicked.
"Oh, no!"
"What?"
Derek looked terrified, and Rachel worried that she'd panicked him unnecessarily.
"I'm not on the pill again yet. We didn't use a condom. With my luck, we'll get pregnant again."
She'd expected to see panic in his eyes, but instead she saw joy. "That would be lucky, wouldn't it? I love you, Rach."
"I love you more, Daddy."