didn’t think she was hot.”
“I can’t say I remember that.” I shrugged. “But you liked her?”
She crossed her arms like I’d somehow offended her. “Yeah, I did—and you are seriously telling me that you didn’t have the slightest attraction to her?”
“I don’t think I’m the one attracted to her, beautiful.” I said with a smirk. “Now I wish I remembered her better, because you’re giving me all sorts of ideas about you and her.”
“Oh, you’d like that, huh?” She stuck a tongue out at me. “Predictable.”
“In my defense, I’m not the one who thinks she’s hot.”
“You’re just trying to make me feel better,” she said, showcasing the stubborn streak that first caught me in Belle’s snares. “Because I’m fat and pregnant and she’s hot and perfect and—”
“You are perfect,” I cut her off, feeling the intense wave of anger I’d always felt when someone criticized my perfect wife—even when she was the one doing the damage.
“Please! Most days I wear leggings as pants,” she said as though this had some meaningful contribution to reality. “I can’t even see my toes anymore and sometimes when I laugh…”
“Perfect,” I repeated, “and don’t you dare say something negative about my wife.”
“Or what?” she challenged me, her eyes lighting with a knowing gleam.
“Or this,” I said, pulling her towards me and spinning her around so my mouth hung next to the curve of her chin. “I don’t want to hear another negative word out of your mouth. You’ve never been more beautiful.”
My hands pulled apart the sash of her silk nightgown, and it fell open, revealing the swell of her belly.
“I don’t want to look at it,” she mumbled, trying to pull the sash out of my hands so she could re-tie it.
“I do,” I said, pulling her hands away and transferring them behind her back. I used the sash of her gown to tie her wrists together, taking my time even as her head lolled back onto my chest. She stared at me, her blue eyes a volatile cocktail of anticipation and mischief. She was pushing my buttons on purpose. I’d been more gentle than normal, owing to her condition. Belle, on the other hand, seemed intent on seeing how patient I could be. I would show her that I was in control. “You will not cover yourself or try to shy away from me. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Do. You. Understand?” I said, cupping her swollen breast in the hollow of my palm. My fingertips found the flesh of her nipple, and I readied to squeeze, already enjoying the way she squirmed.
Still she didn’t answer, and I saw the corner of her lips twitch upward slightly before being tamed back to neutral. She was still trying to bait me.
It was still working.
I pinched her nipple gently, and her jaw dropped open, her face falling into a deeply relaxed, expressionless void. Her mouth formed a silent reply.
“I couldn’t hear,” I say, pinching harder.
There was a hiss from her sharp intake of breath.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured more loudly, half moan and half taunt.
Her words turned me on like a switch. I kissed along the curve of her chin, my hands caressing her breasts and belly, occasionally drifting toward her pussy, or as close as I could in this position, just so I could enjoy her pathetic attempts to move where she wanted me. She might have been baiting me, but now she was the one in my snare and I would decide when she came.
But this was far from being enough to release her to that welcoming dark space, she could find only at my hands—and we both knew it. I had no interest in endangering my wife while she was pregnant. No matter what she thought about the matter. Her tied hands searched the wool of my trousers until she found the bulge of my dick.
“What are you looking for, beautiful?” I teased, shifting just enough so that she could brush the rock-hard crest of my cock with her fingertips better.
“Someone needs to take charge apparently,” she whined. “I suppose I have to do it.”
I laughed, moving out of her reach. I had no intention of letting her have her way. She wanted an orgasm. I wanted to prove a point. Not that I wouldn’t see to her needs.
“Come with me,” I demanded, slipping the sash from her wrists to free them and then guiding her toward the foot of the bed.
I left her there and went to retrieve a black blindfold from the