The morning sickness had finally disappeared around week fifteen, after which, to Cole’s delight, she’d moved into a long-lasting phase of having an insatiable sexual appetite.
He chuckled. “You certainly did.” His hand slid out from under hers and glided up toward her breasts. “Enjoying the solitude?”
“I was until you arrived. Now I’m enjoying some quiet alone time with my husband.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief as his hand continued its way up her chest, playfully flicking open the buttons along the way. “Yes, well, I came out to tell you the workmen have arrived, and the noise will start up in approximately fifteen minutes.”
She sighed and arched into his palm. “That’s fine. I’ll enjoy the few minutes we have.”
His fingers swept over her sensitive nipple. “You will if I have anything to say about it.”
“How are you going to ensure that? You gonna act like Gracie and guard my body?”
He spread the opening of her dress and pulled down the cup of her bra, revealing her breast to his view. “No, I have an entirely different plan for your body.”
She bit down on her lip. “Now? You just told me the workmen are here.”
“They are.”
The folds of her sex grew slick with need. “They’ll see us . . . ”
He tugged her onto a picnic blanket set out on the floor of the gazebo and laid her on her back. “Making love? Probably. Is that a problem?”
Her breathing quickened. “I’m pregnant. No one wants to see my naked ass right now.”
“I do.” He stretched her arms over her head and restrained her wrists by tying the nylon rope attached to the bottom of the gazebo bench around them. “I’ve been fantasizing about sinking my teeth into it all day.”
Arousal trickled down her thighs. “You did that this morning before you went to breakfast with Roman.”
“Exactly. And I couldn’t wait to do it again.” After binding her arms, he grabbed a spreader bar he’d conveniently left by the gazebo entrance. “Your body is fucking incredible. I think I’ll have to keep you pregnant for the next ten years or so.”
She sucked in a breath as he spread her wide open and cuffed her ankles to the bar. “Let’s get through the first one before we start thinking about more.”
“I’ve been dying for it to be warm enough to use this gazebo with you.” He hovered over her body and, being the sly pervert that he was, pulled scissors from his back pocket. In seconds, he’d cut away all her clothes, leaving her completely bare.
“Hey, I liked that dress.”
He nuzzled her swollen breasts. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
“And more underwear.”
He slid his tongue across her nipple. “No. You’re not supposed to be wearing panties while you’re home. Consider this your punishment for breaking the rules.”
Pressure built inside her pussy, but she was helplessly bound and at the will of her Master. “I was outside in a sundress that happens to ride up when I lie down on the bench to read. I thought it was prudent to cover up in case the workmen showed.”
All thought of propriety fled the moment he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Heat flowed through her. They’d been so sensitive since the third month of her pregnancy, she could actually orgasm without any contact to her pussy. Her clitoris throbbed, the breeze on it like a dozen tiny fingers.
And then she heard them. Men’s voices coming from down the hill and getting louder by the second.
The building crew had arrived to work on the new house.
She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from making too much noise.
But as her Master, Cole would never allow her to remain quiet. He knew what got her excited, and he refused to allow her to stifle it. He looked into her eyes, his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared. “You hear them? They’ve got a prime view of that sopping-wet pussy of yours right now. I bet they’re hard as a rock seeing you spread out like that, bound and vulnerable. They’ve heard rumors about this place, and now that they see you, they’re hoping I’m going to share you with them. That they'll get to feel your hot pussy, your tight ass, your sinful mouth around their dicks. And the thought of that makes you horny as hell, doesn’t it?”
It did. When Cole took control, she could embrace her inner exhibitionist.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Yeah, I bet it does.” He pinched her nipple. “But do they get to touch you?”
“No, Master.”
He unzipped his pants and, holding the center of the spreader bar, lifted her bottom off the ground. “Why, my beautiful slave?”