Being Their Baby (28 page)

“Who is she, by the way?” he asked Josh. “I mean, to
you
?”

“She is my world, Rich. My girlfriend for now, if you want to get technical.” Her stomach churned at the words, “for now.” Even as he called her his world, which Josh had told her before because he loved to wax eloquent around her, those words sounded foreboding. Did he mean that by next week she might not be anything to him? “Can I see her chart?” Josh asked, and the doctor passed him a metal binder, which he immediately flipped through.

“She doesn’t have anything wrong with her a good paddling wouldn’t help,” Richard assured. Sophie’s eyes went wide at the words, and Josh looked up with curiosity, even though the doctor was probably joking, judging by his gentle smirk.

“And when do you think she’ll be well enough for that?” Josh asked frankly.

The doctor blinked, and Sophie felt her stomach do flips. Never in her life was she so humiliated. “For what?”

“A good paddling,” Josh replied, returning to the clipboard. “I agree with you on that front.”

The doctor looked her way, confused, and somehow the expression of pure horror she had on her face made him lean toward Josh, lowering his voice. “Well, she’s really as good as she could be, considering. The adrenalin might give her a headache, but she’s just gotten a bit shaken up. Other than that, she seems right as rain. If she gets any more symptoms, though, make sure to call me or take her into her normal physician.”

Her posture crumbled when she recognized that she was in hell: the only place where an actual doctor would give her boyfriend advice on when to spank her! Was she in the Twilight Zone or something?

Josh passed back the clipboard. “Feeling a little shaky, bunny?” he asked her.

She nodded, miserable.

“So am I,” he admitted, but he picked her up into his arms. “I think it’s time we go home to bed.”

He called a taxi for them, and made her talk to both Liz and Charlie on the way home. Josh had called them as soon as the police told him his car had crashed and he couldn’t get a hold of Sophie on her cellphone.

They’d been packing up their things at their hotel when Sophie called Charlie and Liz, apparently they were aiming on heading right home. “Don’t do that!” she begged. “Just go to sleep and save up your energy for bawling me out tomorrow, okay?”

“This isn’t a time for jokes!” Charlie barked over the line. She was on speakerphone so Liz or Charlie could yell at her at the same time if they wanted to. “Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?”

“Death!” Liz snapped. “The jaws of life! People normally don’t walk out of a car rolling 180s down the road! What were you thinking?”

“At the time?” she replied, unable to help herself. She was tired and humiliated as it was. “I recall that I was thinking, ‘Golly, that’s a big deer!’”

“Give me the phone,” Josh demanded with exasperation, grabbing the phone out of her hands. “Hey,” he said into the receiver. He shook his head to something they were saying, “No, she’s really all right. Physically. She probably got the fright of her life. She won’t need coffee for the rest of her life… Neither will
I
.” He looked up. “Jesus.” He rubbed his hand over his face before dropping it and finding her hand and squeezing it tight. “… No, I left work. When your girlfriend nearly eats it, your colleagues let you take the night off.”

She was looking out the window for a moment before she found her body rolling toward his. She pressed her face to his chest, and he put his arm around her as he seconded the opinion that Charlie and Liz stay in the city for the night and head back the next day as planned.

He was being
so
gentle with her; if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d actually made his plans known to the doctor at the hospital, she might be so clueless as to think he hadn’t even thought of punishing her. He hadn’t brought up his car—the car that he loved so much—the whole evening. His only concern was
her
.

She listened to the constant, firm, yet soothing ka-thumping of his heart and was dozing by the time they pulled up at home.

Josh paid the driver and lifted her to carry her inside. She could walk, but she liked him carrying her. She felt closer to him this way, clinging to his strength and support. He didn’t put her down until they got to her bed. He began to pull her shoes off.

He looked exhausted. “You look like you need sleep more than I do,” she said, giving an awkward chuckle.

He raised his eyebrows, but didn’t smile. “Do you want to brush your teeth and wash your face while I get some pajamas out?” he asked her.

She nodded, wringing her hands on her knees.

“Okay,” he said, and she padded into the bathroom. She felt butterflies everywhere; not just in her stomach, but in her shoulders and elbows. She wondered if she was going to get spanked when she came out of the bathroom, and was surprised when she saw that he’d pulled his clothes off and was lying in her bed, sleeping, in only his boxer shorts. Her pajamas, purple and covered with cutesy dragonflies, were an arm’s length away from him. She pulled off her clothes and then tugged on her pajamas before turning off the lights and crawling into bed with him. Instead of using her pillow, she rested her head on his chest.

She didn’t know if she really had gone to sleep or not until she woke up to the feeling of Josh combing his fingers through her hair. She glanced up at him and saw him staring at the ceiling. She didn’t know what he was thinking about; she didn’t really want to know. She felt so stupid, so ridiculous, and she had acted so childishly, she didn’t even want to pick his brain.

Instead, she sat up slightly so she could be level with his face, where she kissed him. She gave him a small, testing one at first, and then a harder one. Slowly, he returned her kisses with his own delving tongue, the intensity increasing between them until he turned his body. He pressed his hands on both sides of her, kissing her like his life depended on it with a dominating, masterful presence, pushing her into the mattress. He reached up and began to tug off her pajama top.

Her heart fluttered, and it was hard to swallow. Now that they weren’t kissing, she could see the expression on his face. It was hungry, even bestial. She could feel his stiff bulge press against her groin.

She knew then that it was finally going to happen—as long as she kept breathing and didn’t pass out. She’d forgotten to breathe altogether as she assessed his possible intentions.

He began to kiss her again in a way that made her moan. Soon she felt his hand cup her groin, and then his thumb pressed against where he knew her clit was. She ground her hips into it, loving the feeling, the closeness… the way his mouth lowered to her nipple as he moved his body off of her just enough to tug off her pants and panties impatiently.

He replaced his hand after her clothes were heaved off the bed and she could feel every groove of his callused hand and the way his thumb felt as it moved across her swollen clit.

“You’re soaked,” he groaned, circling her sensitive little nub again.

She took in a breath, feeling an orgasm about to hit her. Normally she wasn’t this easy; there was just something about this moment, and the anticipation, and his possessiveness.

He pulled his hand back. “Sophie—don’t come,” he ordered her. “Not yet.”

Her breath rumbled. “I… I can’t help it.” That being said, she was rocking her hips up, searching for his hand again. “I need—”

Again, he kissed her. “I know, baby. I’m gonna give it to you. Just relax for me.”

She groped blindly for his boxers, desperate for him to put himself into her. This natural urge was tormenting her. He grabbed her hands, pulled them up, and kissed her fingertips. “Relax,” he said in a soft coo, like one might talk to a frightened bird.

She swallowed and found that she was trembling. She wasn’t afraid; she knew it would probably hurt, but she wasn’t scared of it. She could do pain.

He lowered his head and kissed down the length of her body, tenderly kissing her mound.

“Don’t,” she gasped, clamping her thighs together. “I’ll come. I’m close.”

He smoothly removed his boxers, then she felt his fingers folding around hers as he moved his body up and over hers. She could feel his heartbeat through his chest when he pressed his body lightly on hers, and it hadn’t changed. It wasn’t racing like hers was; it was steady, soothing, constant.

He wasn’t nervous about this; he looked perfectly confident, even serious. “You’re mine,” he suddenly growled over her.

She blinked, startled slightly, but then nodded. “Yours.”

“And you’ll
continue
to be mine,” he told her. She felt the head of his cock search for her wet entrance and she wanted it in her so much. “Understand me? This isn’t a fling. This is the start of forever.”

She looked into his eyes. There was love, lust, and an unabashed amount of possession and dedication there. She didn’t want a fling, either. She never did—she wanted what she already had. They’d talked about this; talked about this until the sun came up. Josh had gone almost monogamous for her, and wanted the same from her.

She nodded her head soberly, feeling like she was in the middle of saying wedding vows.

Josh’s lips found her neck and he ran his cock over her slick entrance. It was making her writhe, and making him moan. He kept his weight on one arm, and with the other, he was guiding it around her entrance, then he parted her legs even wider and continued.

She felt like the teasing might go on forever; he wasn’t letting her move against him much, since he had her pinned. He was running the show completely… And then he looked down at her in a way that made her panic and avert her eyes.

“Sophie, look at me.” She had to force herself to move her head back so she was looking straight up at him. “Keep looking at me, okay?”

She nodded and she felt the crown of his cock press into her. It was huge. She tried to spread her thighs even more, even though it was impossible, just to give him more room to be inside of her. There was burning, but not the amount of pain she was warned about.

“You’re so tight, bunny,” he panted. He groaned, sounding like he was in pain, but then he stopped.

For a second, she thought he wasn’t going to fit. Maybe she was too small—

Suddenly he circled her waist with his arm and, in a swift, violent motion, pushed his cock forward into her helpless body.

She screamed and tried to pry her body away from his, trying to get away from the pain, but he wouldn’t let her. He just pushed relentlessly further into her tight sheath. “Josh, stop. Stop, please! It hurts,” she whimpered, feeling tears escape her eyes and fall down her cheeks. She tried to struggle away from him again, but it didn’t work. “It hurts so much, just stop.” She turned her head away from his, trying to figure out how to get her mind around this.

“Sophie, baby, look at me,” he ordered again, and his hand came up and swept her tears off her cheeks. He was still sinking deeper and deeper. Sweat began to bead on his forehead. “The pain will go away.”

“No, it won’t!” she argued angrily, as if she’d been tricked.

He pushed more, and then groaned and stilled. “I’m all the way inside of you, honey. Take a second. Breathe.”

She couldn’t breathe. She was too angry about the pain, about how he was inflicting it on her. “I don’t want it anymore,” she whimpered. “Take it out.” She was certain that if he pulled it out now, the burning and stinging pain would go away. Why was he being so merciless?

She felt his thumb press against her clit, teasing her. She narrowed her eyes at him, but then… the pain started to actually ebb.

“That’s a good bunny,” he cooed in her ear. He seemed to know exactly the right second the pain inside began to fade away. “Uncle Josh is gonna make you feel really good now.”

God help her, she always got aroused by his dirty talk… and for some reason, referring to himself as “Uncle Josh” qualified. She curled her toes and wrapped her legs around his back.

The only thing she had to see Josh with was the moonlight beaming through a nearby window, but there was still light enough to see his lip curl into a smirk. He began to pull his length out of her, slowly, and she moaned. Once she thought he was about to leave her completely, he pushed all the way back into her with force, causing her to gasp. She grasped her fingers around his shoulders. He had literally taken her breath away.

It wasn’t painful anymore, but it was so tight. She felt like she could feel his every ridge, even his heartbeat inside of her. Her eyes fluttered. How could something that was feeling so lousy suddenly feel so damn good? “Uncle… Josh…” she groaned as his thrusting within her quickened.

“Ohh, baby girl. I should be strapping the hell out of your naughty little ass, but you make me insane,” he panted. “I wanted you so bad. I wanted this so bad. I wanted this little cunny of yours wrapped around my cock…” He squinted, paused, and then continued. “So fucking tight. So
beautiful
.” He gasped, “I’ll take it slow.”

But Josh didn’t want to take it slow. It was written all over his face; he was holding himself back, and it was agonizing to him. Uncle Josh had a lot of control.

Tonight wasn’t about control. She could feel his aggression in the air. He wanted to, maybe even needed to, lose himself. She took a deep breath. “Uncle Josh—fuck me hard.”

His eyes lowered and he focused on her with his most predatory gaze. “You want me to take you harder?” His voice was such a growl that she almost couldn’t pick out his words.

“Give me all you got,” she told him bravely. She curled her arms tighter around his neck. “I need you.”

“You trust me?” he asked her, his voice low. She felt both of his strong arms wrap around her waist.

“Yeah,” she panted, although she was quickly beginning to lose her nerve. She felt like she had just signed up for something that was going to hurt.

Chapter Thirteen

Josh tucked Sophie against his chest like a doll, spooning her so that her head rested against his arm while his other arm was free to smooth her hair back. The petting was for his own enjoyment. She’d passed out from exhaustion somewhere around her fourth orgasm.