As soon as I’d stripped my clothing away, I turned to find my angel boy struggling to get his pants unfastened. He’d kicked off his shoes and socks—I stepped over them as I made my way to his side—but the rest had proved more of a struggle. His vest and shirt were opened, his tie lying over the end of the bed. My eyes darted over to it as an idea flitted into my head.

“Let me help you. There’s no need to struggle when I’m here to care for you. I see you making an effort, and I want to reward that.”

Nathan stilled and lifted his head. There was appreciation in his eyes, and he smiled the sweetest little smile as he looked up at me. I reached for his hands and helped him to his feet before taking his spot on the edge of our bed.

He stood in front of me, shifting eagerly from one foot to the other while I made short work of pulling his pants delicately from his hips and sliding his vest and shirt from his shoulders.

When he finally stood before me, skin free of any barriers that would keep my hands at bay, I patted my spread thighs. He looked at me doubtfully, but quickly moved to do as I’d asked.

Carefully, he lowered himself into position, his round belly cushioned by the gap between my legs, while his small body hung over my lap. His head of springy curls bobbed just past the side of my right thigh, while his perfect little ass stuck up over my left.

I rested my hand on his buttocks for a moment, caressing his soft skin. I didn’t want to hurt Nathan, especially when he was pregnant, but he’d made it clear that he wanted something that only I could provide.

I smoothed my palm over the round of his ass, tempting him with what was to come. My need to nurture and see him happy overrode the hesitation I had about laying a hand on him.

This was what Nathan wanted, and I was a slave to his will. His initial was on my finger, but his soul was in my heart. I would not let him down.

I reached for the tie at the end of the bed, then guided his hands into a comfortable position upon the small of his back. Nathan made a breathy little noise for me, but didn’t struggle. When I saw that he was relaxed, I wound the tie around his wrists and tied it off with a slipknot.

Nathan’s breathy noise turned into whimpering, and he wriggled his butt, looking for attention. It didn’t take the telltale scent of his slick perfuming the air or the feel of his firm erection against my thigh to tell me how badly he wanted this.

My angel was a naughty one, and I’d make sure he had everything he wanted. I would do everything I could do fulfill his deepest desires.

I placed my right hand on his shoulders to keep him steady, then landed the first spanking on his juicy behind with my left. “Count them for me, Nathan. And remember, no coming until Daddy gives you permission.”

“Th-that was one.” He wriggled harder against my lap, trying to entice me into another while I massaged the flesh I’d just struck. To see him loving what I did to him only made me want to give him more. Until he was satisfied, I would be a servant to his pleasure.

Smack!

“Two.”

Smiling to myself, I landed the next three in quick succession. Smack, smack, smack.

“Mm.” Nathan jerked against my thigh, trying to find friction as he counted off for me. “Three, four, five.”

I rubbed his blushing flesh, then landed another set of four spankings, taking care to alternate between cheeks.

Smack! Smack, smack! Smack!

Nathan rocked desperately against my leg, moaning as he counted off. His blond curls bounced with every smack, impossibly pretty. “Six, seven… eight… nine.”

His cheeks were warm under my hand now, his slick leaking between his cheeks—cheeks that bore my handprints in a lovely fan of red. I let the next four land on his lower cheeks and upper thighs—he’d feel it tomorrow every time he sat down—and he’d remember our wedding night fondly.

Smack, smack. Smack, smack.

“Ten. Ele-ven…” His voice was husky with need as he counted off. “T-twelve… th-thirteen.”

I rubbed his heated flesh, soothing it with my hand before landing two final spankings.

Smack, smack.

“Four… teen…” His voice was growing faint, hips moving faster in an attempt to gain the friction I was denying him. “F-fifteen.”

I lifted him then, placing him on his feet only momentarily before I maneuvered him onto his knees in the center of the bed. Between his bound hands and large belly, it was awkward for him.

“Stay on your knees, angel. I want to get a few pillows to put under your chest and to support your stomach.”

He nodded and did as he was told, his body vibrating with need. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I felt through our connection that the pain I’d caused him had morphed into something curious—something that left him in a heightened state of bliss I wasn’t sure I understood. All I knew was that what I’d done had made my boy happy, and that made me happy.

Whatever it took, and however much he needed of me, I would make sure that he was satisfied.

Once I had him settled the way I wanted him, I bent and began to run my tongue over his reddened cheeks. I traced each handprint, ignoring his soft whimpers. I would take my time with him. He deserved my worship.

When I finally reached his slick-soaked hole, I held his cheeks apart. He gasped as my tongue dipped into his sweet essence, the taste of an omega like the nectar of the gods across my tongue.

“Yes,” he moaned, wiggling as I ran my flat tongue over and around his hole several times. “Daddy, yes!”

He’d waited long enough. I couldn’t deny him anymore. My tongue stiffened, and I speared him with it. Nathan mewled in pleasure, tensing for me before he relaxed and started to rock against my face.

His moans grew longer and louder while I plunged my tongue in and out of his swiftly loosening ring of muscle. Then, when he was ready, I pulled back so I could kneel behind him.

My sweet boy barely had time to notice my absence. I positioned myself behind him and pressed my cock against his hole, claiming the opening I’d loosened.

He turned his head to delicately rest his chin on his shoulder, looking back at me as a series of lusty groans tumbled from his lips as I fed myself into him, inch by inch, until I could go no farther.

My hips pushed against his heated bottom, and I forced myself to remain still until the new wave of tension that had seized him passed. Only then did I start to move.

I rolled my hips gently, setting up a leisurely tempo. Nathan tried to push back against me, greedy for more, but given his positioning, he was unable to do anything more than sway.

I stretched over him, bracing myself on my hands to avoid pinning him with my weight, and began to thrust harder.

“Yes, Daddy! Like that!” he moaned as I pounded a little harder, moving my hips so that I was only hitting his prostate with every other thrust. “More, Daddy—I need more!” Nathan’s head thrashed and his hips bucked as he sought release.

When my knot begin to swell and I wasn’t able to easily move anymore, I pressed a kiss against his neck, then reached under him. Placing my hand in the center of his chest, I sat up on my knees, pulling him upright along with me.

Resting back against my heels, I now had Nathan on my lap, his legs splayed over mine while I held him against me and thrust up into him.

“Is that what you need?” I croaked, nibbling at his earlobe as I stroked his swollen cock with my free hand. “Tell Daddy what his angel boy needs.”

I knew what I needed—my shoulders itched where my wings wanted to emerge, but I held them back. Tonight, I wanted just this with my boy, the two of us, skin to skin. My dragon could come out to play another time.

“This. You. All of this with you, Daddy,” Nathan panted as we rocked together. My knot quickly began to swell thicker within his tight channel, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer until there was no going back.

We would be joined. His head flung back against my shoulder, those springy curls tickling my cheek as we moved together, panting and grunting as one.

I gave his cock a few short tugs with a twist of my wrist on each upstroke. Gritting my teeth, I ground out the words my good boy had been waiting to hear. “Come for Daddy now, angel boy.”

It took nothing more than a simple command. Nathan’s cock pulsed in my hand, and globs of his cum shot out over my fist and onto the bed. His walls tightened, clamping around my knot and pushing me over the edge with him.

My hips jerked once, twice, and then a third time while I emptied my seed into his channel. Our heartsong rose above the racing of my heart, soothing me back down to normalcy.

Light-headed, I fumbled with the tie and tugged on it to free his hands, then carefully guided us sideways onto the bed.

Once we were settled on our sides, my sweet angel boy spooned against my chest, I was finally able to catch my breath. Was there anything more perfect than this moment?

A few moments later, Nathan said what I’d been thinking. “Isn’t it relaxing? To lie here, knotted together, listening to our heartsong? Our hearts are beating in perfect sync right now, creating a symphony all of its own.”

I smiled and nuzzled his silky curls, my hand resting protectively over his belly. “I love our heartsong, angel. I could listen to it all day.”

“Me too. I love you, Brick,” he said softly. Then, thinking better of it, he added flirtatiously, “Daddy.”

I chuckled and kissed his nape. “I love you too, Nathan—my sweet angel boy.”