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She stared lovingly at him. "I'm yours, Tate. You own me heart and soul.   I need your dominance. I don't want you to start trying to be someone   you're not because you're afraid that I've changed. I've been waiting   here all along for you-the real you-to come back to me."

"In that case, forget the dishes and go into the bedroom. Take your clothes off and kneel in the middle of the bed."

Excitement coursed through Chessy's veins at the rough command in Tate's   voice. God, he sounded just like the Tate she knew and loved so well.   She wasted no time in getting off his lap and hurrying toward the   bedroom. She also didn't waste any time worrying over whether their   activities would hurt their baby because she trusted Tate implicitly.   He'd never go too far and would always be mindful of their little one.                       
       
           



       

She undressed with little care, tossing her clothing on the floor in   front of the walk-in closet. Then she climbed onto the bed and knelt in   the center, facing the doorway so she'd immediately see Tate's   expression when he walked in.

A few moments later he walked through the door holding several lengths   of soft rope, deep red in color. His eyes caught fire when he his gaze   fell on her kneeling naked on the bed.

"Lie back," he said in a husky voice. "Reach your hands toward the headboard and spread your legs toward the foot of the bed."

She obediently complied, arranging herself so she was comfortable before   lifting her hands above her head so that her knuckles just grazed the   headboard.

"Who does my girl belong to?" Tate asked, the question familiar.

"You," she whispered, arching her back as he trailed a fingertip down   the middle of her body, over her belly and between her legs where he   stroked and petted her most intimate flesh.

Still fully clothed, he straddled her body but was careful to remain up   on his knees so her belly didn't bear any of his weight. Then he  reached  above her head and coiled one length of the rope around her  wrists  before pulling it tightly upward to tether it to the headboard.

He moved off her body and then took both ankles, pushing them upward   until her knees were bent and her heels rested against the bottoms of   her thighs. Then he looped rope around her upper thigh and ankle,   securing them together so she was spread wide. He repeated the process   with her other ankle and then glanced at her to silently question her   comfort level.

She gave him a reassuring smile so he'd know she was fine. How could she not be?

He stepped away from the bed and began slowly undressing. She stared   unabashedly at him, drinking in his muscular body as he stripped down to   his white briefs. The bulge of his erection was straining against his   underwear, a rigid bow trying to push through.

Knowing what she liked, he reached inside his underwear instead of   simply pulling the briefs down his legs and he pulled out his cock,   stroking it as it strained upward toward his abdomen.

She licked her lips in anticipation and he groaned. Then as if deciding   to be generous and give her again what she wanted, he climbed onto the   bed, using one hand to turn her face toward him. He positioned his cock   at her lips and tapped her cheek in a command to open for him.

He slid in immediately, his taste filling her mouth. She sucked avidly,   running her tongue over the veins and the head, teasing and tracing   every inch. Moisture beaded on the tip of his cock and she licked it   away, humming her pleasure.

For several more minutes, he thrust gently into her mouth until she had   to stretch to accommodate his burgeoning girth. Then finally he pulled   free and she sucked in breaths to catch up, her nostrils flaring with   the effort.

"It's my turn to taste you," he said, satisfaction edging his voice.

He crawled between her splayed-open thighs, her ankles bound to the   bottoms of her thighs, rendering her completely helpless to whatever he   chose to do. His hands slid over her breasts, tenderly caressing and   plumping them.

"Tell me if I hurt you," he said gravely. "I know you're more sensitive   now. The last thing I want to do is cause you discomfort."

"You won't hurt me," she whispered. "Just don't be as rough with them as you can sometimes be."

He cupped her belly possessively and then leaned down and kissed the   spot where her womb would one day expand with their growing child. His   tenderness brought tears to Chessy's eyes and her heart seized with love   for this man. No, things hadn't always been easy for them, but what   marriage was perfect?

Wasn't that what love and marriage were all about? Enduring the rocky roads, making mistakes and ultimately forgiving?

He nuzzled his way to her pussy, the flesh parted from the way she was   bound. He licked and then sucked at her clit, causing her pelvis to   clench and spasm underneath his expert mouth.

"I love seeing you this way," he said, his voice laced with desire and   emotion. "Bound, beautiful, completely at my mercy. But baby, I'll have   the tenderest of mercies with you."

She shivered when his mouth returned to her pussy, licking, sucking in   all the right places. His tongue slid inward, licking shallowly inside   her, giving her a preview of what it would feel like when his cock   replaced his tongue.

"Does my girl want my dick?"

"Yes, please," she begged. "Take me, Tate. Own me. Show me I'm yours. Forever yours."

He slid up her body, positioning himself at her opening but he only   inserted the head of his penis inside her, thrusting with shallow little   movements, tormenting her until she was sobbing with need.                       
       
           



       

Then with one forceful thrust, the teasing was over. He seated himself   to the hilt, causing her to gasp at the instant fullness. It was a   delicious balance of pleasure and pain because Tate was a large man and   it wasn't easy to gain full depth.

Her legs bound, her arms bound, there was nothing she could do except   lie there and take whatever he did to her. He thrust into her, over and   over, his hips arching, his entire body covering hers, undulating and   writhing. His eyes were closed in exquisite torture, his forehead   creased with tension.

His hips began slapping against her, frenzied as he pushed them closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, baby. Give me your release. Let me feel your wetness around my dick."

She let out a frantic cry as her orgasm crashed over her like breaking   ocean waves. Her fingers curled into tight fists, straining against her   bonds. She felt completely stretched to capacity, the aching fullness a   delicious pleasure. The friction he caused by his swollen cock sent a   surge of indescribable ecstasy cascading through her body.

And then he yanked himself from her pussy and reached down, grasping his   cock. He pumped his hand up and down, his semen spurting onto her  belly  and then higher onto her breasts, marking her, branding her his   possession.

He glanced down at the ropes of semen glistening on her skin, his eyes predatory and gleaming with satisfaction.

"My girl," he said gruffly. He cupped her belly. "My child."

She smiled up at him, exhausted by her orgasm. "We're both yours, Tate. Always."

"Let me get something to clean my girl up and then I'll untie you so I can hold you in my arms."





THIRTY-TWO


CHESSY was jittery and anxious for Tate's big presentation today. True   to his word, he'd been late the night before and had been exhausted when   he'd gotten home. They'd gone to bed and he'd slept with her firmly   nestled in his arms.

This morning he'd been awake early and had left the house at six,   dressed in his most expensive suit. He'd looked positively delicious. It   was all she could do to refrain from jumping his bones, but that would   make him late and she knew how important today's presentation was.

Not knowing how to pass the hours until Tate could tell her the results,   she decided to do a thorough cleaning of the house since it had gone   unattended in the time she'd been gone.

She dusted and got rid of all the clutter. Made up the bed and put a   load of laundry to wash. Then she went to clean the kitchen floors,   since that was her biggest annoyance.

Tate had wanted to hire a cleaning lady to come in twice a week because   he hadn't wanted Chessy to bear the workload of cleaning, but Chessy  had  refused. The idea of a stranger coming into her house gave her the   shudders. She'd rather just do it herself so she'd know it was done   right.