Expecting Him (3 page)

"Better stay off it
then," he warns me, as if it is just that easy. The mushroom head of his cock brushes the inside of my thigh too high up, all too close to my sodden cunt. I know he likes watching me fight this, feeling me pull back with all my strength and knowing, as do I, that he is far superior and can force me at any time. I know he is making me fight him because it's keeping his cock hard without me even having to touch him. He leans back, jerking me down another inch so that I have to arch my back just like he likes in order to keep clear of him though my cunt is so soaked he must feel me dripping by now.

"You need
ed me," he taunts me. “You begged me to come.” I can’t help but look him in the eye as I hurt myself, straining persistently against him. His fingers are wet, but they hold fast. "What did you think was going to happen, Ana? What did you think we’d be doing while your husband is gone and my son is sound asleep?"

Trembling with the effort, through clenched teeth,
I manage breathlessly, "Don't, don’t do it like this…"

"T
hen tell me to go," he whispers hotly in my ear. I cry out as I feel his stiff cock nudging into the slick cleft of my cunt. His eyes widen and his pleased grin is appalling. "Ah ha ha ha! You
did
miss me, you slutty, beautiful girl. Get on my cock. Ride it, Ana."

He
barely tilts his hips and slips it in, and then thrusts it in easily, deeply, again and again. In spite of how I twist in my disgrace, beginning to buck my hips while pushing with my hands on his thighs, I can't dislodge him now.

I won’t.

I can’t stop.

I
gratefully hold him there, clenching my hungry pussy around him and he rises from the bed slightly to drive even deeper. It's only a matter of time before I lose myself completely. Before I give him what I’ve been denying us both.

I am sh
aking, and sweating, and moaning, begging with him in hungry gasps. "In the ass, please! Fuck me in the ass instead…"

He laughs wickedly, shaking his head
from side to side. He’s lifting his hips yet again so I can feel him shove his perfect cock in and out wetly, but never all the way. He’s content to give me just enough to make me want to beg for more. He is not even out of breath, but I feel like I’m near fainting for need of deep gulps of air.

"Not a chance.
As much as I’d love to slam into your perfect, lush ass, your cunt needs this too badly. That’s what I’m here for. To take care of you, baby. Give you what you need. What you deserve."

I hold his gaze to show him just how
serious I am. "I can’t have your baby."

"You will
," he growls. "You did it last time. You’ll do it again. Now shut up and kiss me."

"No…
"

He lunges
at me and catches my mouth with his, kissing me brutally over my already tender lips. It’s effective in devouring my protest, and at the same time, he exerts his superior strength at last and pulls me all the way down on him, seating me fully on his cock.

It’s divine.

Our fucking is flawless.

W
e moan into each other’s mouths as we both feel him impale me deeply, with such perfection I forget to breathe. He wraps his arms around me to keep me still and begins to rock, as though comforting me, loving me, and he mumbles against my lips, "It's over. Stop fighting me, Ana. Feel me. Take what you need. Give me what’s mine."

I turn my head, even as he clamps his teeth down on my lower lip to make me stay, and blurt stubbornly, "No."

"He's my son," he says, pulling my hips down onto him as he thrusts deep enough to make it hurt. Hurt so fucking good I scream for him.

"He's not!
"

We fall into silence as he fucks me.
A hush peppered with moaning grunts, filthy, sloppy, wet sex noises that make me feel like a woman again.

A hot, sexy
, and wanton woman.

I stop struggling, but I am
edgy, staring at his gorgeous face, waiting for the moment he relaxes his hold just a bit.

Once he l
ets his guard down I can pull out of his embrace, and escape before he comes inside of me.

He doesn't.

His rhythm accelerates, his breathing is harsh and he is beginning to make animalistic primal noises on each upward thrust into my wet cunt. His dark eyes are on my face the whole time, drinking in my pained, near orgasmic expression.

"Don't come inside me," I am
begging, "Please don't come inside me—please…"

"Of course I'm going to come i
nside you," he smiles up at me. I feel a twisted sense of pride that now he's a little breathless. I pull back violently, trying to dislodge from him, but he only tightens his hold and snaps his pelvis to let gravity punish me. A punishment I crave. No one has ever fucked me with abandon like he does.

"When you're my wife," he growl
s, "I'm going to knock you up over and over and over again. You'll always be my barefoot and pregnant wife. I know how much you want my babies. We did make a beautiful baby, Ana."

"I don't,
please don't..."

Seething under me, he grunts
"Say it. Tell me you want to have my baby again and I won't do it."

"I—I can't…
"

No words
now, just thrusting up into me, over and over. I know he's close. I feel the change in him. I begin to murmur, terrified, "I want your—your baby." I hardly any voice on the last word. "I do."

His grin is savage. "
Bullshit. I don't believe you." He pulls my hips down harder on him, beginning to ram himself into me faster, harder, and fiercer, using me to get off. I’m nothing but his fuck doll now.

"Please
, Martin!" My voice breaks as I whimper frantically. "Do it. Come inside me. I want all of it. I want your baby. I want to carry your child. I want to be yours."

He is timing his
powerful thrusts so that my pleas become screams and it is uniquely troubling, to beg him to do the one thing I desperately don't want him to do.

"Please don't stop!"
Unsettling, to hear these words roll off my tongue. "Don't pull out. I want to have your baby. Please, knock me up. I want to give you a son, another b…"

I
go silent with my words and gasp as I realize what is going on. His body is unbearably tense. His gorgeous face is twisted in pain and exhilaration, arching his back under me, all in complete silence. I thrash about violently in frantic alarm, striving to dislodge myself, but he is holding me tight in spite of my twisting. Through my dismay I feel his hand between my thighs, his thumb pressing into my clit, and my reaction is instantaneous.

I
orgasm so hard it hurts. I come so rapidly and brutally that I have to shriek with it as I feel my cunt grasp him like a fist and drain his cock into me in hot, wonderful pulses. The tears trail down my cheeks even as I'm grinding in his lap, chasing the last twinges of pleasure as I comprehend what he's done—what I've done.

He finishes
well before I do, but as soon as I can think clearly enough to do it, I am pushing off of him, stumbling backwards. He lets me off him, but snatches my wrist and pulls me onto the bed with him. I can’t help but fight him again, smacking at his chest and face until he twines his fingers with mine and makes fists. Still, I am crying out at him, sobbing and frantic.

"Why
?"

With his
fingers white knuckled against mine, he manages to wrap our arms together around me like a straitjacket, and he holds me quietly. He lets me fight and swear at him until I am limp and exhausted in his embrace. Even then, he won't let me go. I will never tell him how grateful I am for it. Deep down, I don’t ever want him to let me go. Not truly.

His
sinful lips move in the damp curls at my temple. "Tell me to go." The kisses he traces down my cheek, nuzzling into my neck nearly break me. I want to cry and shout my frustrations. I need to push my anger out and on to him.

Immediate
ly, I want to tell him to go. Instead, I turn and look into his eyes. I love him in this moment. His look is tender, so very loving. His dark hair is wet with sweat, and his five o’clock shadow makes his lean jaw look rough and weathered. One last time I ask him, “Why would you do that to me? Say those awful things…”

Again, he ignores my request and brushes a soft kiss on my bruised lips. “You wanted it. Your soaked cunt is proof. The way you lay here lax in my arms, a sated and trembling mess of
a sex kitten with my come drenching you between your thighs is proof you were begging for it.”

"Go, you bastard! Get out. I want you out of here
now!"

He
exhales very slowly for a moment. His snug arms across my limbs depart all too quickly, but I yank away from him at once as he sits up, and curl into the fetal position on my bed.

"I will," he promises
smoothly. "But first I have something for you. Consider it a gift of sorts."

I lift my head
guardedly to watch him rise, and to my utter degradation he draws a thin leather wallet out of his back pocket of his discarded jeans and searches in it for a few folded bills that he tosses to land on the mattress next to me.

The
lighting in the room is dim, so I rub the texture between thumb and fingers. It is wrong, and I blink as I focus on the paper and confirm that it's not bills of any sort.

Sitting up
straight now, I ask, "What is this?"

Patiently and
unenthusiastically, he replies, "Look at it. You tell me what you think it is." He began getting dressed, covering up his muscled body from my eager eyes. I pulled my gaze from him and looked down at what I held in my hands.

I unfold the
documents in my possession, turning so I can see them in the light from the hall. "I don't—I don't know what I'm looking at."

He
stuffs his hands in his pockets as he glances down the hallway at the closed door that is my son's room. By some crazy miracle, he hasn't woken up.

"They’
re test results…"

I can feel the blood drain from my face as my heart sinks
with the weight of the world, shoving it down into my stomach.

If he tells me he's got some
sort of STD I’ll kill him.

"…
of a sperm analysis," he continues, “…two, actually. Completed six months apart."

I
scowl, skeptical of the two slips of paper, and see the dates printed in each corner. January and June—of 2010. I look up at him, wide eyed with the wonder of this new information. He meets my scrutiny with a sneer.

"The
results on both of those tests were a zero percent sperm count, which is the anticipated result—after a vasectomy."

My heart is
slamming in my chest and a confused flush spreads across my cheeks. "How do I know these are real, that you’re not just continuing your twisted mind fuck with me again?"

He
smirks at my suspicion, and there's something perhaps a little sad in his expression. "Keep those and call that number in the morning. I've given them my permission to reveal the facts to you. They'll tell you whatever you want to know."

My face grows
hotter. He has told them to anticipate my call. This was his plan from the beginning. To fuck with my mind. To shatter my resistance and heighten my shame.

"I can't get you pregnant
, baby. I never could." The light from the hall makes long shadows on his face, with that wicked, sullen little smile jerking on his lips. "He's your husband’s son. Happy Birthday, Ana darling." He leaned over and kissed my mouth. Still shocked, my mouth is moving but I couldn’t even find words to shout out at him.

“What? You didn’t think I’d forget your birthday, now did you?
I wanted to make it special for you. Something you’d never, ever forget.”

He has
headed for the stairs and I crawl on hands and knees to the end of the bed.

"Wait
, why would you fuck with me like that?"

When he looks back over his shoulder at me from the stairwell, his smile is the one I know.

"It’s simple really," he says, "you needed me to be the bad guy. I get you off like no one else can."

He lets his
hot gaze linger on my still naked body, then gives me a wink. "So I'll see you again, next time he’s gone, won't I?"

I want to cry in relief. I want to
rail at him, screaming and lashing out at him for fucking with the deepest part of my emotions.

The
dark, twisted parts of me want to thank him for being—
him
. A complete and utter bastard. The man of my sin filled dreams.

“Yes, yes you will.
Next time…”

I watch
him leave the room, fairly skipping down the stairs as he whistled a jaunty tune. Emptiness is already settling in and I feverishly wished he would stay. As fucked in the head as I felt, I wanted more.