“I have a good job with Tomkins Construction,” I reiterated. “I’m doing well, and they like me. Everyone’s been kind and I’m not going to uproot myself and move, not even if it were to Buckingham Palace.”
Robert looked ready to protest, but then his mouth snapped shut.
“Okay,” he said calmly. “I’ll move out here then.”
And that’s what happened. Robert rented a huge house near the lake, and we moved in with him after baby Connor was born. Connor is the cutest thing, just like his father with the same ink-black hair and devilish smile, the same ability to get what he wants.
Because once I was safely ensconced in his home, Robert pulled out all the stops. He was kind, gentle, showering me with attention, always at the periphery of my vision.
“Robert, stop,” I said exasperatedly. “You don’t have to do the laundry.”
“I’m not,” he rumbled. “Just making sure you have enough panties for the week.”
I blushed because back then, I wasn’t sleeping with him. I’d refused until after the baby was born, and at first, I thought the alpha male would be rabid with anger, pissed beyond belief. But he took it well, and each night, he kissed me chastely on the cheek, nothing more, before I disappeared into a separate bedroom.
But the alpha male knows exactly what he’s doing because as those big fingers riffled through my lacey fripperies, my insides grew warm and wet. Oh god, what would it feel like to have those hands on me again? For those warm palms on my curves, touching between my legs, sampling the dew within?
And a few weeks after that, I gave in. The hunger was too great. I’d given birth to my son by then, and my pussy was still a little sore, but I desperately needed Robert’s cock again. I desperately needed to feel a man within me, specifically this man who’d rocked my world and turned my life upside down.
So here we are, settled into a pretty normal life. Well, as normal as it can be when you started out the way we did. Because safety is key for me, and we’ve developed a system to build trust. We do scary things together, but always stop whenever the other says. And in this case, the metal cage was waiting.
Once inside, I turned in a circle slowly as Robert locked the door behind me.
“Ready baby girl?” he grunted. “Ready?”
I nodded slowly.
“Good,” he rumbled. “Now bend over and show me that twat.”
And slowly, I did as told. My lush form bent at the waist, boobs swinging pendulously, even bigger than before. Pregnancy has made me extra curvy, and Robert eats it up, he can’t get enough.
As I bent, my ass cheeks spread slowly, revealing the slit within and Robert groaned throatily from outside, fisting his dick as it dripped to the floor.
“That’s right pretty girl. Do it, show Daddy everything you’ve got.”
And slowly, I bent over even more until I was gripping my ankles, moist slit pulsing under the lights.
“Like this Daddy?” I whispered. “Like this?”
Slowly, my hands caressed my legs, running up my thighs until I gripped a butt cheek in each hand. Moaning like a whore, I pulled apart the luscious flesh, giving him my all, showing him everything from drooling pussy to my rusty star at the top.
“Like this?” I moaned again, making eye contact with the big man through my legs.
And his eyes flared, that dick jerking as it spurted abruptly.
“Aw fuck baby girl, you always do this to me. Back that ass up,” he ground out, cock so thick and full that the veins pulsed. I wanted it in me, but how? I was in the cage, and he was outside. How would we manage?
But Robert’s got his ways, and as I moved backwards, ass pressed against the wire mesh, he moved forwards, gripping his dickhead in his hand.
“Fuck,” he grunted, pinching the tip so he wouldn’t come. “Fuck, you’re gonna have wire imprints on that ass after I’m done.”
Because he grabbed the shaft of his cock and slowly stroked it through my folds, getting it wet in female dew.
“Ahhh!” I cried out, my head dropping, shivers of sensation coursing through my cunt. “Oh god!”
“That’s right,” he growled. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you right through the cage. Back it up now, further, further,” he commanded.
And I pressed myself fully against the wire mesh then so that my holes were right up against the edge. The alpha didn’t hesitate for a moment. He lined his dick up with my pussy and slowly began to push.
“Unnnh,” I moaned heavily. Fuck, this was so wrong, it was like we were in some kind of fucked-up BDSM film. But trust Robert to take things to extremes because he didn’t let up for a second.
“Shit, this pussy’s tight,” he gasped, sinking in further. “Fuck you gave birth to a ten-pound boy, but you’re still so damn small.”