The club is crowded and one problem after another takes me away from my wife. Lydia is expecting our first child and I would rather be doing something kinky, watching television, or even playing a game of chess rather than settling disputes over which sub belongs to whom.When I'm not around, Lydia has a way of getting into trouble or at least doing things I expressly forbid. I laugh at the thought. "Forbid" is considered the "F" word as far as she's concerned. I learned that the hard way. Now, with her advanced pregnancy, I'm doing my best to use gentle persuasion. The damn woman makes it hard.Our relationship morphed from two dominants, madly in love, with me controlling our life in the bedroom to a tricky D/s relationship when we aren't in the club. The change has been gradual and somehow we've made it work. Lydia is an incredible Domme and she needs her time in order to stay mentally balanced. She also desires domination and we've managed to navigate the sometimes stormy waters
The items I need are in the cabinet on the far side of the room. I've actually been planning this for some time. I remove three candles, their holders, a lighter, and a medium-sized knife in its sheath. I rest them on the desk. Lydia's eyes have darkened and her breathing is coming in short heavy bursts at the sight of what I have planned."Mommy's been bad and Daddy knows the perfect punishment," I tell her. "I've missed clamping these," I gently squeeze one nipple before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment. "I know they're sensitive," I say when her eyes widen. "But I think this will give us what we both want." A small bit of saliva runs down the corner of her mouth and I wipe it with my finger. Licking the wetness away adds a bit of devilment to my plans. "You always taste so good no matter where it comes from."She closes her eyes for a moment and I know she's fighting to control her dirty needs. During this past year I've learned many of her nuances and plan on
I stroke her pussy again and build her desire to a boiling point. "Are you close, my dear?""God, yes. Please." Pulling my hand away this time is beyond cruel and I fully expect the coming tantrum. "What are you doing?" she screams.I shake my head to let her know I'm not falling for her antics. "It's time to remove the wax." I lift the sheathed knife off my desk and slide it from the case."Oh, hell no! You are not putting that knife near my breasts."She fights my control so hard, and anytime we try something new she's the bratty sub. "Trust me," I say while holding her gaze. I see the fear and know she gets a thrill out of scenes like this too. She can always use her safe word but I know she won't. Her resistance is part of her sexual make up.She closes her eyes and I kiss her cheek with a gentle swipe of lips. The knife is dull but half the fun is her not knowing that. I lift her breast in my left hand and pull the skin tight with my thumb before sliding the edge of the knife
A long hot tongue and dog breath wake me from a sound sleep. Samson must have stayed the night with Raul and now he's back. The damned dog has everyone in his life wrapped around his paws. I push him back so I can untangle myself from the covers and get up. Sam gives a short whine when he looks at his mistress buried beneath the covers; I call him so he doesn't wake her. Raul is sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading my newspaper when I walk out in a bathrobe."Make yourself at home why don't you," I grumble. "Hand over the business section," I add with my hand out. I'm fully aware most people no longer read an actual newspaper but I love it. At least when it's neat and in its proper order.Raul knows my bark is worse than my bite in the morning. "I haven't been kicked out yet, so the little seduction scene last night must have worked."I rub my cock and balls to Raul's delight. "The further advanced her pregnancy gets the hornier she becomes. She hasn't done a scene
A week later, because of Lydia's exhaustion, we eat a delicious dinner provided by one of the hotel chefs. Lydia enjoys cooking but she's been grumpy all day, her back hurts and slightly depressed. I invite Raul and his new boyfriend, Paul, to join us. Keeping my wife entertained and out of trouble these last weeks of her pregnancy is priority.Lydia picks at her food and her mood doesn't seem to improve. I know she's not sleeping well even with that damned pillow, but there's little I can do about it. Raul suggests playing cards when the table is clear. Her mood lightens somewhat as we start a game of spades especially when she starts winning tricks.An hour into our quiet evening with friends, the power flickers a few times and then goes off completely and the entire penthouse goes dark."Lydia, do not move. I don't want you falling." I say into the sudden darkness. "The backup generators will kick in and the emergency lights will come on in a minute.""It's a nasty storm," Paul volu
I run up all four flights of stairs. We'll be carrying Lydia all the way down if the power doesn't come back on. Lydia is pacing the carpet when I enter the front room, her expression worried. I want to yell at her for walking around. We need things to slow down. Instead, I scoop her into my arms and pull her tightly against me. I press my lips to her neck and cheek."I love you. I promise our baby will be fine. You have my word." She immediately relaxes in my arms. I rub her back and hold her. A few minutes won't make a difference and I want her calm for the trip down the stairs. Less than a minute later, she stiffens and inhales deeply. "Breathe," I tell her because she's holding her breath and I know by the pain on her face that this is a contraction. "How long have the pains been going on, Lydia?" I ask as soon as it ends."A few hours," she whispers. "I'm sorry," she adds when my expression turns murderous. Now's not the time to lose my cool, so I tone it down a notch. "Why didn't
Working as quickly as possible, I remove her clothes and place the soft white T-shirt over her head. She gazes up at me with trembling lips when I finish. I give her a quick, hard kiss before another contraction hits. Raul takes her hand when it ends and I move to the bottom of the bed."As soon as the next pain is over, we're going to move you closer to the end of the bed," I tell her like I know what I'm doing. We wait and when the pain passes, we all help guide her bottom closer to the foot of the bed, leaving room for her feet to rest on the edge of the mattress with her knees bent.Paul enters the room again with another large bowl. He places it on the dresser and stands by the door. I walk over and speak in a low voice, "Any words of wisdom?"Paul is a fountain of information. "Don't pull on the head, it will turn to the side naturally, and then the body will slip out. Place the baby face down on Lydia's bare tummy and cover it with a blanket or towel. Don't worry about the cord
Five minutes after Abigail is born, the electricity comes on. Five minutes after that, paramedics take over. I grab Lydia's pre-packed travel bag and follow them to the ambulance.Doctor Pastavich, Lydia's OB/GYN is waiting at the hospital. All our preplanning is out the window, but I'm able to cut the cord. A nurse takes Abigail away so they can check her out thoroughly. Lydia requires stitches and I hold her hand while the doctor works. A short time later, tightly bundled in a pink blanket, the nurse places Abigail back into Lydia's arms. She's sucking dramatically on her fist and we all smile."She's doing wonderfully considering how she made her appearance. A pediatrician looked her over. He'll be in to see you soon. Right now this little one needs to eat." The nurse helps Lydia with her hospital gown.Lydia lifts the baby to her breast and pinches her nipple, rubbing it against the small pert mouth. Abigail's head makes a searching movement before she finds what she's looking