That night, after dinner with Mrs. Mills and promises to visit the tourist traps the next day, Robin took me home to our estate and let Master out to play. With cool, unwavering confidence, he marched me past my bodyguard, Damien, who’d given me resources on where to find the best engagement rings, and to our bedroom, where he closed the door, but didn’t draw the curtains. Tiny, solar-powered garden lights illuminated sections of the property outside my floor-to-ceiling windows, drawing the eye to the multi-level rock gardens in the distance, and the lush, green grass that our gardening staff took great care in protecting from the harsh climate.

“You’re been a bad boy lately, haven’t you, Troy?” Master asked as he moved toward the bathroom door. I watched him go, enchanted. Since we’d had our conversation after finding out about Robin’s pregnancy, Master had come out to play very rarely—we’d ended our contract and instead let play happen when it did. I was happy with that arrangement, and I think Robin was, too. It gave him the freedom he wanted to turn to me for strength without worrying that I’d lose interest or see him as weak.

He came to a stop in the bathroom doorway. “You may speak.”

“I have been bad, Master,” I replied. My heart slammed against my rib cage, and my pulse rushed in my ears. I was already starting to get hard, and all Master had done was speak to me.

“So naughty.” Master clucked his tongue. “We’re going to have to do something about that. While I’m busy in the bathroom, I want you to strip. When I come out again, I want you completely naked, spread across the bed, and ready for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” My cock stood at attention, pushing against the front of my slacks. I wanted out of them in the worst way, but I figured Master would only want me to strip once he was out of the room. Until then, I’d have to stand at attention.

A pleased look crossed Master’s face. He laid a hand on the wood lining of the doorframe, then shot me a tiny smirk that sent all my blood south. It was the kind of look that said that the punishment I was about to receive would please us both. “Good. Then I expect to find you naked and on the bed by the time I get back.”

Master locked himself in the bathroom, and I sprang into action. I rushed to loosen my tie and shrug off my jacket, then undid my shirt button by button. I hopped across the room to the closet as I pulled off my shoes and socks, then pulled my belt open and yanked down my pants. I stepped out of my boxers, tossed the mess into the hamper to deal with later—even the pieces of my suit which should have been hung—and hurried back to the bed. Completely nude, I crawled across the mattress and sank down amongst the soft sheets. My head rested on the pillows. Since Master had moved in, and especially now that his pregnancy was starting to become more burdensome, the number of pillows on our bed had increased by a significant amount.

I lay still while my chest rose and fell heavily, my lungs desperate to suck in as much air as they could. My heart seemed to have convinced my body that I was running a race, and I was winded with excitement. While I waited, I closed my eyes and imagined all the things that Master might do to punish me for spending money on frivolous things without his permission—even though those frivolous things had been for him. Maybe he’d put weights around my balls and force me to wear them while we stood in front of the open window, exposing myself to the world. Maybe he’d force me to blow him until he came and demand I hold his cum in my mouth while he inserted it one fingerful at a time into my ass, then seal it up with a plug and make me sleep like that. Maybe—

The bathroom door opened, and Master returned. He’d changed into a black silk robe, his legs and feet bare. The robe was tied at the front just over the small bump of his belly, emphasizing it. As soon as I looked over, I couldn’t help but stare. The wicked gleam in his eyes and the sleek, black silk lent him power and sophistication. Even pregnant, he knew that he was in control, and he wasn’t afraid to get what he wanted.

I spotted my ring on his finger, the platinum beautiful against the color of his skin. I had a feeling that no matter how much time passed, I would never tire of seeing him wear it.

“I see you’re trying very hard to make it up to me,” he told me as he reached the bedside. “You’re going to have to try just a little harder. Since we met, you’ve been disobedient quite a few times, haven’t you? I feel like, if you want to apologize, you’ll need to prove you really are sorry…”

As he spoke, he observed me. His hungry eyes moved down my chest to my navel, then to my hardened cock. With a tilt of his head and a flash of his eyes, his gaze returned to my face.

“Roll over, Troy. I want you on your knees.”

The command arrowed through me, and I wasted no time rolling over so I could lift myself up on my hands and knees. I heard silk pool on the floor by the side of the bed, then heard as Master drew something out of our toy chest stowed in the storage space beneath the bedframe. Wood clicked against wood. Metal slid. The mattress dipped. Master’s soft hand traced over the curve of my ass, then dipped between my legs until his fingers toyed with my balls. I sucked in a breath and tried not to tremble, but it was impossible. I’d already let go of the hard realities of life to slip into subspace, and now that I was there, I couldn’t get over how every little thing he did was for my benefit. The more I gave myself to him, mind, body, and soul, the more he gave back to me. We were caught in an endless feedback loop of pleasure, and it was easy to imagine that it would last forever.

“Stay still,” Master said. His hand closed around my balls, pulling my skin taut as he guided them back between my legs. A smooth, wooden surface caressed my thighs, tucking itself right below the curve of my ass. Master brought my balls over it, then clamped a second wooden piece in place over them, securing my balls in place without pinching them. There was discomfort, but not pain. “Do you know what I’m doing to you, Troy? You may speak.”

“No, Master,” I replied. Whatever it was, it was turning me on. The way it pulled my balls taut made sure that I stayed alert and kept still, because the more I moved and stretched my legs, the more I’d stretch my balls.

Master chuckled. It was a sinful sound, and it shot right through me. I shivered again, sending pinpricks of pain through my balls and groin. His hands traced along the backs of my thighs, then up along my ass.

“This, Troy,” he whispered, “is a humbler. It’ll keep your balls stretched and hold them back between your legs, forcing you to stay on your hands and knees. The more you move, the more pain you’ll feel. You might consider it an incentive to make sure you stay on your best behavior.”

Master smacked my ass just then, the sound more startling than the crisp pain that seared my ass. I jolted forward, and just like Master had warned me, the humbler remained in place, holding my balls back. Pain radiated through my groin and into my stomach, and with a pained moan, I returned to position.

Master rubbed where he’d smacked apologetically. “Count for me, Troy. Count every spank I give you, and thank me for being strong enough to correct you, even when you’re bad.”

Even with the receding pain in my balls, arousal surged through me. All of my blood had rushed south, and my cock pulsed. A thin strand of precum leaked from my tip and dangled, a precursor of what was to come. I wanted this. My brave, strong, wonderful Master was confident enough to run a company by day and dominate me in the bedroom by night. He ruled the world, and while he did, he ruled my world.

Everything I did, I did for him, and I knew he did the same for me.

“One,” I uttered. My heart hammered, and my tongue was so drunk with need, it almost stumbled over the syllables. “Thank you, Master.”

Another sharp slap, this time to the opposite cheek. I tried my best to hold back, but in the end, I lurched forward just a little. Trembling with arousal, barely feeling the pain, I corrected my position to ease the tension on my balls. “T-Two. Thank you, Master.”

Smack.

“Three.” The strand of precum snapped. With my head hung, I was able to watch it hit the sheets and disappear. A new bead of it, clear and glistening, had started to collect where the strand had hung. “Thank you, Master.”

Smack!

My ass was hot, but the synapses in my brain were confused. All I felt was pleasure.

With a cry that turned into a moan, I announced, “Four! Thank you, Master.”

The fifth, sixth, and seventh spanks came in rapid succession. By then, my tongue was tied and I could barely speak, I was moaning so much. My balls ached, my cock was painfully hard, and my body wanted nothing more than to thrust into a tight, wet hole and shoot my seed. The eighth and ninth spanks left me dizzy and flying high, and I made sounds I hoped turned into words, but the tenth spank sent me to astronomical heights. With a primal cry, I bucked forward, realized my mistake, and trembled and shook as I tried to fight my instincts to breed. I wanted claim Master’s tight body while I buried my nose in the crook of his neck and scented him. I wanted to draw the fragrance of his omega into my lungs and never let it go. I wanted to bring him to orgasm over and over again, and come in him in turn. If he weren’t already pregnant, I would have given him a baby tonight. I couldn’t resist him. I needed him more than I needed air—he was my everything.

“Good boy, Troy,” Master praised after I’d counted and thanked him for the tenth spank. He moved around from behind me, and my eyes widened. I’d believed Master to be naked beneath his robe, but that wasn’t the case. A pretty pair of red lace panties with ribbons crisscrossed over the front panel hugged his dick, stretched slightly by his pregnant belly. My dick throbbed. They were the same panties I’d bought him months ago—the ones he’d pulled from his back pocket upon first meeting me to confirm his identity.

Even pregnant, he looked flawless in them, his cock hugged by the fabric just like I thought it’d be.

He made eye contact with me, then slipped them off and surprised me by bending over to pick something out of our chest of toys. When he’d grabbed it, he slipped between my arms and body and looked directly up at me. In his hand, he held a purple jelly dildo. “You deserve a little break, I think. Why don’t you rest and recover while I take care of myself, hmm?”

My eyes widened. What?

Lust in his eyes, Master bit down on his lip and slipped the dildo between his legs. On my knees, with my head hanging, I was able to watch as he shifted his hips back and forth, then slid the toy inside himself. He moaned the tiniest, sweetest moan I’d ever heard, then started to pump the dildo in and out as he moved his hips to meet each movement.

There had never been a more exquisite torture.

I wanted to be inside him. I wanted to be the cock buried in his ass, pushing against his prostate and pushing him toward orgasm. I wanted to fucking tear that dildo out of him, throw it across the room, and show him how he deserved to be fucked.

“Oh, fuck,” Master whispered under his breath. He arched his back and then bore down on the dildo, putting on a show. “Fuck, feels good… feels so fucking good…”

My hips had started to pump, and even though they didn’t move far, pain spiked through my balls and reminded me that I was under Master’s control. Until he released me, I had to be good. I had to listen and obey, no matter how hard it was. Tears of frustration pooled in my eyes, and I gritted my teeth.

“It’s hitting my prostate.” Master moaned. “It’s hitting my prostate, Troy. Oh, fuck! Gonna make me come… it’s gonna make me come!”

I wanted to shout, to scream, to convince him to stop so that I could finish the job, but I knew that wasn’t my place. All I could do was watch as Master rode the dildo beneath me, so close we touched, but far enough away that I’d never be able to do what I wanted to do the most. It was a reminder that he was the one calling the shots—that I was to listen and to serve, no matter what. What Master wanted, he would get. That was the way I always wanted it to be.

I waited for him to go rigid and come, but that moment never arrived. With a breathy sigh, he pulled the dildo out and tossed it aside, then climbed out from beneath me and returned behind me again. Metal twisted on itself, and all of a sudden, the polished wood holding my balls back released. The tension disappeared, and Master took the toy away.

I was free.

“Throw me on the fucking bed and fuck me, Troy,” Master said from behind me. He tossed the wooden humbler to the floor, where it clacked, then was forgotten. “Take me like the fucking animal I’ve turned you into.”

I was an animal. Seeing Master play with that dildo had lit a fire inside of me that refused to be extinguished. My vision blurred at the edges and sharpened in the center, and I lunged, pinning Master to the edge of the bed. He squeaked in delight and spread his thighs, and seconds later, I’d yanked him into position and pushed inside of him, driving my cock home again and again.

“F-f-fuck!” Master panted. He grabbed at my neck, holding himself steady. I snarled and claimed his lips in a savage kiss, pushing into him over and over again. The tightness of his body gripped me, and whatever he’d used to prepare himself while in the bathroom let our bodies glide together effortlessly. My leaking cock had found its home, and now, it wasn’t going to leave.

“Come in me,” Master demanded when our lips parted. He met each of my hurried thrusts with wiggles of his hips, driving me deeper and increasing my pleasure. “Fucking come in me, Troy. I want it. I want to feel you.”

I was his to command. With a roar, I pushed forward and emptied into him, shooting again and again. Master went rigid, and his passage tightened around my throbbing cock. I bucked into him a few more times, then fell still. Panting, I claimed his lips in a shorter, gentler kiss as I came down from my high.

“I love you, Troy.” Robin spoke this time. He wove his hands through my hair and caressed my scalp, the softened smile on his face entirely satisfied. He’d come when I had, and it seemed like he was coming down right beside me. “I love you like crazy.”

“I love you, too.” I pulled out slowly and lay beside him, drawing him into my arms. “I love you so much. Thank you for looking after me like you do.”

Robin snorted. He buried his face against my chest. “It goes two ways, you know. Thank you for what you do for me. Thank you for respecting me, for believing in me, for sticking by me, even when I’m a lunatic…”

“I’m a stubborn asshole, so it all works out.” I kissed the top of his head. “I don’t think you’re a lunatic, you know.”

“You will after spending some time with my mom.” Robin laughed. “But you know what? If you can survive a Mills family reunion, I think everything’s going to be okay. This baby’s going to be half Mills, you know. Work oriented, kinky as fuck, and—”

“Incredibly talented?” I asked, grinning. “Highly intelligent? The embodiment of perfection?”

“Crazy,” he concluded. “But, I mean, since he’s taking after you, he might be those things, too.”

God, did I love him. I kissed him all over again, and soon enough, I was back inside of him, making love to the man that would one day be my husband.