A couple of new members have requsted another chapter to an old D/s story with soft BDSM. Thanks for asking. It is my pleasure.
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Cortney was beginning to show. At almost six months, she had the best doctors and knew that she and the baby boy in her belly were very healthy. John had sex with her several times a week but touched her body every day. He was attentive but had not taken her back to the "Dungeon of Delights" since he had made her pregnant and Andrea watched. She wished Andrea weren't so busy; she would like some female company. She wanted to talk to a woman who had given birth. She had seen births on TV and talked to her doctors, still she had fears of the unknown.
She had learned that John James Adams was not a Master like she had ever heard of. He liked sex and demanded respect from her but he gave more than he took. She never knew what he would do. He ranged far beyond the BDSM fetishes. He pushed her limits, used her body for his pleasure but would not truly hurt her. In fact even on nights when he was preoccupied with work, he would spend time pleasing her before he sent her to her room. The discipline he drove himself with was maddening. Even when he worked most of the night, he was awake early and ready for the day. He was a morning person, loved to talk and was interested in her.
Most nights she slept with him in his king-sized bed. She had her own room, money, car and freedom. Still she knew not to sleep in, not to miss breakfast at eight, not to be late for dinner at 6:30. She looked forward to each evening. At ten p.m. she had to be clean, inside and out, nude, shaved smooth, have no fragrances other than her own body, collared and going into his warm suite. If he wanted anything else, which was seldom, he would tell her. His wide welcoming smile and open arms were always there to show how pleased he was that she was there for him and carrying his child. Their child. The child she had always wanted more than life. The child her previous Master refused to give her and discarded her for wanting.
One morning she decided to risk pushing him. She had spent extra time to look perfect for him. She had made sure the cook had everything ready and she served him his breakfast by herself. He did not require it during the day, but she collared herself with the pink training collar he had given her on their first night together. She lowered her eyes every time he looked at her.
"Cortney, you have something to ask me."
"Yes, Sir James."
"You know that you can speak freely to me during the day unless I tell you otherwise. There must be something special today. Tell me or ask me what ever you want. You can talk to me as James or John."
"I have two things to ask that you consider. If you say "No" it is all right with me. I am very happy being here with you and carrying your baby."
"I am pleased with you too, Cortney. Ask what you want to ask."
"John, I want to ask you if I can have my sister or Andrea visit me here from time to time. Maybe even stay a day or two. I miss having a close female friend. I would like to talk with them about our son, giving birth and women things. I would like to meet them for lunch and things like that."
"Of course. This is your house too, within my rules. You have never mentioned having a sister. I want you to tell me all about her. You will have to honor our agreement, even if she visits. She may not understand or approve of how we live. I will not accept rudeness or disrespect."
"Thank you. My other question is for Sir James."
"Remove all your clothes and kneel beside me while I finish my coffee."
"The servants are ..........."
Instantly, Cortney knew she had crossed the line. She had to recover. Sir James had looked away, rejecting her for her dissention. She stood, stripped naked and knelt beside her Master.
Sir James let her kneel for several minutes on the cold terracotta tiled floor. He would not risk her health and the health of their child, but he waited for her to shiver. It did not take long. He leaned from his chair and began to rub her pregnant belly. His hand ventured lower and began to rub her clit and slip gently into her. She gasped when he thrust his middle finger into her wet cunt and finger fucked her. Only he had ever been able to make her cum easily that way. She was ready to cum in just a couple of minutes. He stopped and turned back to his coffee.
"Crawl under the table, remove my cock and worship it while you ask what you want."
How had he known? For this moment her question sounded so stupid. But she had requested this. Now she had to humiliate herself and ask it anyway.
Cortney pulled her Master's half hard cock from his fly. She licked the drop of precum that was waiting there, glistening to welcome her tongue. As the salty drop spread over her taste buds, her body shivered and she moaned knowing that controlling her was pleasing her Master.
"Sir James, I want you to be rougher with me and use me more for your pleasure. I love when you please me but my body is yearning for your strength and direction."
"Your request pleases me, Cortney. I often want to do more with you but have been hesitant because you are pregnant. I cannot slam your body onto the floor and pound into you. When I want to spank your pussy, I hold back in fear that a slap would hit too high. I want to stretch your cunt with a fat dildo, leave it there and fuck your ass. We both are sacrificing for our son. I apologize to you for not living up to our agreement. I will learn to use your pregnant body for my pleasure. You must accept some responsibility. If your body turns me on too much and I go too far, you must guide me to protect the baby."
Cortney's eyes were filled with tears. Her Master understood and wanted her but he wanted to protect her and their child more. He had not quit wanting her, he had been holding back. She sucked the head of her Masters cock deep into her mouth.
"Crawl over and sit on the short stool against the wall."
She obeyed and watched him with her lowered eyes. He was undressing and coming over to her. He pushed her head back against the wall, fisted his cock and pushed its head past her lips. Cortney wanted to lick him but he had something else in mind for his release. She started to reach for him. He pushed her hands to her sides and used his fingers to close her eyes. She could still tell that the breakfast nook was very bright in the morning sun. It was a round room with unshaded windows open to the garden. She almost wished there were cameras outside, so the world could see her nude body crying out to please her Master.
Sir James pushed his cock over Cortney's tongue into the opening of her throat. She did not gag and he withdrew before she and the baby ran out of air. After she had several breaths he thrust his hips forward again, pushing a little deeper into her throat this time. In the brief seconds he held his cock in her, he said, "Push two fingers into yourself, rub your clit with your thumb and fuck yourself slowly."
Whatever, he had scheduled for the morning would be late. Sir James tortured himself for not having honored his agreement to take care of his wonderful compliant sub. He pushed a little deeper into Cortney's throat on each thrust but only stayed there a few seconds before he pulled out allowing her time to breathe for two. He slowed her several times. He was demanding that she cum only once. That climax could be as big as she wanted but it had to be exactly in time with his.
Several times, she heard him groan from the frustrating punishment he was giving himself with her throat. Cortney's hand was wet, the outside of her pussy was cold but the inside was boiling hot and sucking her fingers. Her clit was driving her mad. Even if she displeased her Master she could not stop this time. Her belly was tightening. She felt their son kick to complain about the tightness.
Sir James could not take any more either. He leaned forward, closed his fingers around her throat lightly and pushed his hips forward until his short pubic hair pressed flat into her lips. His long loud groan started her climax. He had never groaned like that before. His fingers were caressing her neck feeling his dick throb inside. She would need to breathe soon but for now the strong contractions in her cunt matched the jerk of his cock that signaled another shot of his sperm was flowing down inside her into her stomach. She and their son would digest it. They were being fed by "Sir James."
He pulled back, fearing his family could not breathe. Another pulse put his cum on her lips. Her own climax extended for the fourth time as she licked away his offering.
He knelt in front of her and wrapped his arms around her, warming her with his chest while he kissed her neck and lips. Their relationship was still new and unusual. She had never thought about this, but maybe he loved her just a little.
She felt cold and did not know if she should move as he stood and walked into the laundry. She wasn't confused long. He returned with a heavy quilt, pulled her up and wrapped her lovingly.
"Tell me more about your sister, tonight. Tell me more about what you need to be happy.
I will not be home until after eight. I have a meeting and a presentation today and a business cocktail party this evening. Your throat pleased my dick this morning but thinking about you will please me all day."
Still in the breakfast nook wrapped in the quilt, Cortney watched him dress and rush out the door. Usually his clothing was impeccable. Today, he was a little rumpled. She imagined that as he slipped his pants on some of his cum touched his fly and dried to leave a white chalky stain on his gray slacks for everyone to see during his meetings and presentation. She liked the idea that they would wonder what kind of woman would please her man so well.
Late that evening, John told her about his successful and profitable day. He started to talk about them going somewhere to celebrate after the baby was born but cut his conversation short. He realized, that time would be beyond their agreement; he was assuming something and did not want to open that subject now. He played parts for her and enjoyed them. But there were hard facts. He was more than twenty years older than her. She was mentally and physically stronger now. She was confident and could be independent. She wanted to get out more and have girlfriends visit. He was starting to care more than he should in this situation. His caring was always how he got hurt.
Three weeks later Cortney's tiny stern sister, Marla, arrived for a two-week visit. Cortney had described her in such admiring glowing terms. The baby sister with her act together, driven, educated, successful, no one took advantage of her, always knew what she wanted and was always sure of herself and where she was going. John saw something different but for two weeks he could stay quiet and let Cortney enjoy her company.
For most of three days, everything was pleasant. For their third dinner together, Cortney begged off. Being around food was making her sick; so it was just Marla and John for dinner.
Even during the salad it was all too quiet.
"Marla, is something bothering you tonight?"
