In the weeks that followed, everything changed. Rocco was not only the most doting expectant father that could be imagined, but also the most loving partner a woman could ask for. The house remained much fuller, with many of the bedrooms now occupied by his shifter clansmen, who would remain there until after the baby was born as extra protection in case any of his rivals got ideas on revenge.
Still, they were happy. For the first time, Mystic not only was completely in love with someone, but she felt loved more than any woman deserved. A small part of her feared that her increasingly round belly would make her less desirable, but it seemed that Rocco only loved her more with each month that passed, bringing them closer to the birth of their first child.
It was still a surprise to her, though she wasn’t sure why, when he sat her down to discuss renegotiation of the terms of the surrogacy with her.
“Listen, I know we had an agreement, but I don’t want to do this alone any longer. I want you to stay with me, to raise our son together. I never expected to fully bond with you, but I have. Dragons bond for life and I am yours for always, even if you choose to walk away. I just hope you never will.”
“I wouldn’t leave you for anything,” she said softly, planting a small kiss on the side of his cheek.
“Then you will stay here after our son is born and we will be the best parents any kid could ever want?”
“Yes,” she replied.
There was no further discussion of the terms, not even when the time came for the baby to be born. They brought home their new son and it was like any other couple who were new parents, as they held him for the first time and looked down into his beautiful face.
Mystic was happy, happier than she had ever been. After several weeks, she even invited Holly over to visit, once she knew it was safe for everyone. She had missed her friend over the past months but had limited their contact to texts rather than bring her into harm’s way by accident.
“So, you’re just going to stay here? You’ve fulfilled your end of the agreement and instead of getting paid, you get to stay here and be the mommy slave?” Holly said.
Mystic smiled at her, realizing that it was only Holly’s way of being protective of her. She was afraid it would be another episode like it had been with William, where she was in with both feet and ended up with nothing and nowhere to go.
“No. He paid me. I actually told him not to, but he said that it was in our contract and he wanted me to have my own money. I really don’t need it. He takes care of everything, but it’s there if things ever change.”
“That’s good to know, at least,” Holly said, sounding relieved.
“I am not worried, Holly. He truly is one in a million and we’ll always be together. I truly believe that.”
Holly kissed her on the cheek as she left later in the day with a smile. Mystic knew that Holly, too, could see that things were different here than they had ever been. This wasn’t what Mystic had signed up for. Instead, it was so much more. They finished saying their goodbyes just as Rocco emerged from the elevator where he had been meeting with some of the guys. Many of them were going back to their own homes now that the danger had mostly passed, though a few would be staying as extra security.
“I think we might be mostly alone later on this evening, my beautiful girl. Care to go skinny dipping?”
“Oooh. I would love to go skinny dipping with you.”
“Then, it’s a date. I will meet you at the pool after dinner.”
“You aren’t coming to dinner?”
“I can’t. I have to take care of some last minute things for the new security detail.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Nope. You never need to be worried again.”
Mystic kissed him on the cheek and went upstairs to check on the baby. He was sound asleep as she lay down on the daybed by his crib and took a nap of her own, waking only an hour later when he began to cry to be fed. Afterwards, she left him with his nanny and got ready for dinner. It was Tuesday night, which meant the staff would all go home after dinner was cleared away and only the nanny would stay.
Once most of them had left, she checked in one final time with the nanny and then made her way down to the pool to find Rocco already in the water, waiting for her.
“There’s my love,” he said thoughtfully.
“I’m back in my bikini,” she said proudly, having worked hard to get her pre-baby figure back.”
“I can see that, but I thought we were skinny dipping.”
“We are, but I couldn’t walk through the house naked,” she told him, stripping off her robe and the bikini beneath it and jumping into the pool, leaving a big splash behind.
He swam over to her and pulled her to him, pushing her against one side of the pool and kissing her.
“Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?”
“Why, no. I don’t believe you have.”
“Well, let me tell you now. I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew it was going to be so hard to resist you and I was absolutely right.”
“You did not. You were just looking for someone you thought would make a decent looking kid.”
“Not true. I mean, okay. It is true, but I also saw that you were gorgeous.”
“I could see that you were gorgeous too.”
“And now, we have a gorgeous son. I think we should have more soon.”
“Yeah? We just going to have like a whole football team?”
“If you want. We can afford it.”
“Speaking of affording it, you know, all this time, I have no idea what it is that you do. I know you are a historian for your clan, but I wouldn’t think that pays very well, unless there is something I’m not understanding.”
“What you don’t understand is the reason I’m the librarian and the reason people are after me. I am something akin to royalty in my clan. If we were in another place, I would be considered the leader of the clan, the king. Here, things are a bit different, so I am just the custodian of our heritage. My money is handed down from many generations, some of which trace back to royalty in the Scottish Highlands. It’s very old money. I’ve invested wisely, as my parents did before me.”
“But you go to work, some sort of job, don’t you?”
“Not really. I go to meetings with a broker and I go to a meeting with my brothers in our dragon clan. I’ve also met with various investors interested in working with me on some projects they have coming up. It keeps me busy, instead of hanging out around here dusting the books.”
“Is that what you want to do?” she asked.
“Yeah, I like it, honestly. I have lots of free time and I can get involved in the things I want to be involved with. I’ve got several projects coming up this coming year that will benefit a lot of the local homeless population.”
“Like what?” she asked, tracing a finger down his chest.
“That old industrial complex I was in when you were taken? It’s going to be converted into rooms for vets struggling to find housing. It will get a lot of them off the streets.”
“Wow, you are full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“I like to think so,” he told her.
“I think I might keep you.”
“I wish you would.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that too much if I were you.”
“I don’t,” he told her softly, pulling her close to him in a kiss.
“How about we go upstairs, and I show you just how much I appreciate what a wonderful man you are?” she asked.
“How about I show you just how much I like to take control?”
“Ooh, that sounds intriguing. Let’s go!” she squealed.
Rocco slapped her on the ass as she stepped up from the pool and dried off, slipping into her robe. She turned back to look at him for a moment as he emerged from the pool, water dripping off him as he emerged behind her and snatched her towel away.
They walked into the house together, all smiles as they made their way up the stairs and toward the bedroom. Stopping to check in on the baby, they found him peacefully asleep and slipped quietly back out of his room and up to Rocco’s, which had become their bedroom lately.
“Are you going to do what I say?” he asked once they were alone.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Promise?”
“I do.”
“Okay, well, let’s begin.”
“Let’s,” she replied.
“Sit with your legs apart.”
Mystic obeyed him, enjoying the submissive game they were playing. She saw him looking between her legs, enjoying the way she was already getting wet just thinking about how all of this might play out.
“Stand up!”
Mystic stood up from where she had been reclining on the bed
“Don’t look at me. Lower your head. Show some respect!”
Mystic once again did as she was asked, lowering her head. She felt his hands caressing her breasts, examining her as if he had never seen her naked before. She felt a flutter of excitement filter through her, leaving her a bit weak in the knees thinking about where this was leading.
“Open your legs wider for me,” he commanded.
The order was delivered abruptly, without a flicker of desire, and yet, nothing could have been more erotic. Keeping her head down as a sign of reverence, Mystic complied with his request, eager to see what might come next. Prior to the baby’s birth, he had held back with her, but now that she was no longer expecting, their sex life had opened up to a whole new mix of pleasure and pain that she had never experienced before but loved.
Walking closer to her, he placed one of his hands between her legs, slipping a single finger along her folds to see how wet she had gotten.
“Are you getting excited,” he said, his warm breath brushing against her neck as he leaned into her hair to speak.
“Yes,” she replied.
“What?” he replied, punctuating his question with a firm slap on her bare backside.
“Yes, Sir,” she corrected herself.
“Did I tell you that you could enjoy your examination?”
“No, Sir,” she said quietly.
It was all a part of their game. Mystic knew he would never go too far, never do her any real harm. He was far too gentle for that, but he also didn’t mind playing things a bit rougher sometimes. It was a nice balance and excited her in a different way than their softer lovemaking. Those nights were heartwarming, beautiful, but this was raw, thrilling. She loved the feel of his broad hands on her backside and other places. She always knew that she could ask him to stop if she wasn’t enjoying what was happening between them, but as he had once said, you only know yourself when you go beyond your limits.
In these moments, she was no one. No one but the woman under his control, the woman who loved him and would allow him to push her limits to the brink, if he chose. She could be no one and yet, it opened her up to being everyone and everything.
“I suppose there’s not much to be done about it now,” he breathed against her, slipping his finger inside of her and massaging the sensitive spot there that always made her leg twitch, losing control of its motor skills as her excitement grew. It was only momentary, but his way of reminding her of how much control he held over her body in these moments they shared.
A moan escaped her lips as he continued his purposeful strokes through her folds, his insertions inside of her.
“Quiet! You’re here to be humiliated, to submit to my every desire, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Pulling her hands above her head, he secured them together with a strip of leather he kept handy for times such as this. Now, she was helpless, his and his alone to do with as he wished. She could feel the moisture escape down her thighs as her body reacted to the longing she felt.
“Still not able to control your pussy, I see,” he said quietly, more an observance to himself than a commentary directed toward her.
“I’m sorry.”
There was a swift clap against her ass, this time it stung heavily from the wetness of his hand from having been between her legs. He was using her own juices against her. It was divine.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, realizing what had caused the fresh hand print.
It hadn’t been the outward moan but the lack of respect. He pulled his other hand away from her center and sat her down on the bed, pushing her back so that she lay across it with her hands over her head. Her breasts were still heavy from having breast fed, though she was past that now.
“I know how to keep you out of trouble,” he told her, reaching behind him and retrieving something from the nightstand by his bed.
She made no complaint as he placed a leather gag on her mouth. It didn’t stop her speaking entirely, but it muted things decidedly. Rocco had no desire to limit her to the point that she couldn’t ask him to stop or beg when he wanted her to do so. Even when in control, it was as much about her as it was him. Laying here, subdued, and secured, she was more than willing to go however far he’d like for her to in order to achieve even greater depths to their lovemaking than they had already enjoyed.
Then, she was being pulled up to her feet again. Stood up for him to enjoy and command.
Mystic started to walk, obeying his commands.
“Stop.” “Turn to the right.” “Sit down on the chair and open your legs.”
She did everything he asked of her, making no sound, but just doing as she was asked. He examined her each time she returned to him, seeing how wet she was getting, tasting her as she watched.
“You want to taste? You want a sample of the nectar you provide?”
She nodded, waiting patiently. He pulled her gag away for a moment, slipping a finger inside of her and then popping it into her mouth for a moment for her to enjoy. Then, he pulled it free and put the gag back in place. He turned her around and slapped her backside, using one hand to push her forward slightly before landing another well placed slap. Afterward, he rubbed it slightly, admiring his artwork on her bottom.
“I love the bright red hand prints on your beautiful, bare ass,” he remarked.
He slapped her again and again, whether she deserved it or not, and she felt the pain and felt the humiliation – which was more intense and more potent than the pain – and she felt as if she were in another world, in which nothing existed but the two of them and this connection they had forged between them. She was very wet and extremely aroused, lost in her own desires and longing for him to punish her further, but not with his hands. She wanted his cock.
“Down on your knees!” he barked from behind her.
She kept her head down, a sign of obedience and humiliation. Her back was still turned away from him, so she couldn’t see what was happening behind her. She could only hear him and feel him when he made contact with her. She had lost all shame now. There was no place for it in this little game of theirs. She knelt in front of him, facing away and waited. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she began to moan against the gag, begging him to touch her.
Without warning, his arms encircled her waist, snatching her up toward him. Her body collided with his, allowing her to feel how hard he had gotten watching her. Then, he was turning her, putting her back on the bed and pushing her tied wrists back over her head to secure them around one of several small posts that made up a section of the heavy headboard.
Forcing her legs apart, he retrieved more of the leather strips, using them to secure each leg to one corner of the bed. She was completely open to him now, wanting him in the worst way, thought he continued to tease her with the game. When would he fuck her? Couldn’t he see that she was beyond ready for her? She only wanted to serve him, enjoy being his sex slave, his creature, his object. She was willing to do anything he asked of her or ordered of her.
She lay there, still waiting. Still wanting. He stood at the foot of the bed, his hand poised on her thigh, fingers splayed to massage it. He was careful not to touch her beyond that point, only wanting to tease her. He knew what he was doing, how it affected her to have his hands so close to where she wanted to be touched but not touching her in any way that was sensual from a physical sense, but completely sensual from her mindset.
Then he was exploring her, giving her what she wanted. His fingers climbed the inner portion of her leg to find her clit, massaging it slowly, heavily, until she moaned against her gag. He was responsive to her sounds, increasing his strokes as her moans grew more animated. She was already on the verge as he penetrated her with two meaty fingers, milking her for everything built up inside.
She lost all control. She had the orgasm he had been denying her, her body shattering with the force it sent vibrating through her body. She moaned and screamed, her voice muffled by the gag as he continued to finger fuck her until she was writhing around on the bed with every new explosion. The ties cut into her flesh, not deeply, but enough to remind her she was secured to the bed.
“That’s my good girl. Now, it’s my turn,” he told her.
She watched as he slipped the ties from the top of the bed and released her hands before pulling her downward so that her ass was flush with the bottom of the bed. Her knees were raised, her ankles still secured as he entered her with one rough push. She felt his cock pulsating against her pussy walls, giving her what she had wanted, except she was now so sensitive from his digital manipulations that she could hardly handle the intensity.
A loud moan emanated from her throat, reverberating against the gag as her body became seized with the most wonderful agony. It was as if his strokes were magnified tenfold as he moved in and out of her. She could scarcely hold back the screams of ecstasy as his hips met the back of her legs repeatedly, his cock slamming into her as he grunted with each thrust.
“I’m coming. God, I’m coming,” he moaned, his eyes falling on her hands, which had found their way to her nipples and were twisting them back and forth as he fucked her relentlessly. She pushed back against him, their bodies rocking against each other violently until they were both on the verge of orgasm. It would be his first, but she had lost count of her own.
He pierced her to the core as he filled her with a heavy load of his seed. Each time with them was like Russian roulette. They used no protection during sex, letting nature dictate whether she would be impregnated. It added something to their trysts, knowing that she could be carrying his second child after each and every encounter they enjoyed. She lay there thinking about how much she preferred this method of him attempting to knock her up than she had the other way, the way they had come about pregnancy with their first child.
Mystic watched as he untied her legs, pulling them up above his shoulders and massaging them to make sure they weren’t too tight or uncomfortable after being restrained during their extended session. He said nothing as he pulled them back down and spread them open, not yet willing to let this end. Pulling her to him, her come-soaked pussy streaked his belly with trails of their union as he undid her gag and kissed her, his right hand slipping between them to massage her still sensitive clit.
“I love how your pussy feels and smells after we’ve fucked,” he moaned into her hair. “So hot and wet.”
She arched her back, pushing her hips forward as his fingers met her throbbing nub and began milking it between tow thick fingers. A moan escaped her lips as he stroked it faster and faster, then the moan became a scream of pure joy as he pushed her past any limits she might have thought she had.
“That’s a good girl. Scream for me. Good thing my bedroom is sound proofed against the rest of the house. The nanny can’t even hear you down the hallways. Really let it out. Let me hear you really let it go for me,” he told her.
Mystic did just that, her wails coming out in heaves and squeals that would have been heard miles away in an ordinary house. Not here, though. Here, she could do what she wanted, be what she wanted, let out whatever she wanted. Her body heaved back and forth against his as his fingers found their way inside her and finger fucked her until she had nothing left to give.
“Please, no more,” she begged, feeling raw and sated well beyond what she could ever imagine.
Rocco slowly pulled his fingers free, licking them clean and then kissing her, the taste of her juices still on his tongue. His hands caressed her back gently, pulling her to him, holding her to his chest with her legs now rapped around him. She could feel that he was hard again, pulsing against her with his own desire. This wasn’t over, but now he would hand her the reigns, letting her choose how she wanted to proceed, if at all.
Oddly, Mystic found that she still wanted him. Even as satisfied as she had felt moments ago, she now found that she wasn’t done either. She pushed him away, turning to perch on all fours. Rocco slipped a finger along her swollen lips, getting them wet and dragging them upward to moisten her asshole and slipping one finger inside to prepare her for him. Then he was slipping inside her, his bulbous head splitting her open and pushing into her ass further and further until he was buried deeply between her cheeks.
“God, that’s tight,” he moaned, beginning to slip backward just a bit before moving forward again. He slowly built up his rhythm, allowing her to grow accustomed to having his large cock in her ass, before burying himself completely inside her and then pumping her for all he was worth.
Her cries filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and pain that only a woman who has been truly and fully used by the man she loves can really understand. Once again, he exploded inside of her, remaining there for a moment before slipping free and pushing her forward on the bed. He climbed in beside her and lay there, his arm across her back, holding her close to him for a while before they both slipped forward and climbed between the sheets to sleep.
“I love you, Rocco,” she breathed against his shoulder where her head lay in the curve of his arm.
“I love you too, Mystic,” he replied sleepily.
Then, there was only darkness as she drifted away by his side, complete in ways that she could have never imagined prior to having become his surrogate and now, his life mate.
Epilogue
Over a year had passed since Mystic had given birth to her first child with Rocco. They sat and watched him crawl around the floor, sometimes pulling himself up on things to stand on his wobbly legs. He was getting stronger by the day. Mystic knew it would seem like no time at all before he was a teenager and learning to cope with his shifting abilities. She couldn’t imagine what that might be like as she reached down and rolled her hand softly across her belly, still flat, but soon to be bulging, once again, with their second child. This time, no turkey basters were involved, just a lot of good, old fashioned passion.
She glanced over at Rocco as he walked in and scooped up the laughing boy into his arms and flew him around the room as he giggled and squealed. This might not the be life for every woman out there, but it was perfect for Mystic. She finally had everything she wanted, a beautiful husband, a gorgeous son and another one on the way. If life could get any better than this, she had no idea how it was possible.