Dwelling in Desire Ch. 16

Notes from the author:

I originally posted Ch 16 in Novellas, but the views were down, and I think many of my regular readers may have missed it, looking for it in BDSM. If you have not read Ch 16, I hope you enjoy, and while I'm not sure when Ch 17 will be out, I have not given up. It's a work in progress. Love to all and please don't forget to vote and/or comment!

--J

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"Morning Sunshine!"

"Shut up," I mumbled at my annoyingly happy brother.

Jake was one of those disgustingly cheerful morning people, and for the most part, it sucked for me. The upside was that he usually made me breakfast. And not just a wimpy bowl of Apple Jacks either. He made pancakes, hash browns, waffles, and in the case of mornings like this, eggs.

Mornings like this were mornings with a hangover.

"Thanks," I muttered as he set a plate of scrambled eggs before me.

"Don't mention it bud," Jake smirked. "Think about those meetings at the Y, kay?"

"Mmm," I grumbled in acknowledgement. Like hell was I going to one of those meetings. I didn't have a problem. I just needed to decompress once in a while.

I began to pick at my eggs while Jake scrubbed the pans, whistling as he so often did, before washing his hands and heading for the door.

"Later fucker! I'll be home around eleven. Putting in a double shift at the diner. Mom should be home around eight."

"Later fucker," I called back, wincing as the door closed way too loudly behind him.

I forced the eggs down before rinsing my plate and going to shower. I still had a few hours before the drop, and would try to get past this monster of a hangover in the interim.

I'd been recruited shortly after a party with some friends—or acquaintances rather. Not the sort of crowd my mom would approve of, or Jake for that matter. Jake and I were only a couple years apart, but he was infinitely better than me.

We looked almost exactly alike, or so we were told by anyone who'd met us both. Our mother said so all the time. Same height, same build, same facial features. But we were polar opposites.

Jake was the responsible one, busting his ass trying to support my mom and me. I was the screw-up, trying to compensate for being a screw-up, and failing miserably.

But that would soon change.

This gig with the Celtic Five street gang would easily put an end to our financial troubles. My job was simple. Pick up from supplier, make drop. It was almost too good to be true. But after the ease of the first dozen or so drops, I'd decided it could be a regular job. The fellas I typically made contact with weren't the friendliest, nor the chattiest, but then, neither was I these days.

My ma still thought I was working at the farmer's market. But who needed all those hours for such pathetic wages? I may have been a screw-up, but at least I could add. I was smart enough to understand that my family's regular routine wasn't working. We needed money, and being a handler for South Boston's booming drug trade would get us money, quickly and quietly.

It was a job designed to be brief and seamless, but there were risks—considerable risks—like prison time, if I wasn't careful.

The hardest part was the secrecy from my mom, and especially from Jake. In time, when I'd put away enough money, I would tell them.

The question of how to come clean was killing me, but it had to be done. It was a small price to pay to be able to get us out of this neighborhood.

Jake especially was destined for better things. I wanted him to go to college, make something of himself the way I knew that he could. As it was, he worked overtime as a dishwasher and back-up line chef at O'Brien's about six blocks over. Far less than he was capable of. I believed he could succeed at anything, if only he was given the chance.

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Two days later...

I swallowed in anxiousness when Jimmy handed me the address for today's drop.

255 Raymond.

It was just a block away from Jake's work. Shit.

I wasn't ready for Jake to know about my endeavors, and this was going to be cutting it very close. I would just have to be quick and discreet. Like usual.

Everything would be fine.

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I finally let go of the breath I'd been holding for the last twenty minutes.

Job was done, time to go home. Employing my practiced swagger, I strode towards the alleyway to retrieve my vehicle.

See? Nothing to worry about. Business as usual, no noise.

"What the hell?? Officers, what's going on?"

My ears perked up in alarm, and I looked around frantically for the man I knew the voice belonged to.

"Jacob Donovan, you're under arrest for drug trafficking. Put your hands behind your back."

"What the fuck? What are you talking about?" Jake cried.

"Hands behind your back, now!" the officer barked as his partner approached from the rear, ready to assist.

I stood there, horrified, frozen in my tracks, ready to vomit at the sight before me.

"There's been a mistake," Jake insisted, but he complied and allowed himself to be cuffed.

"You have the right to an attorney..."

I wanted to run up to them, tell them they had the wrong guy, that Jake had nothing to do with this, and I was the one they wanted. But I didn't. I just stood there like an idiot, scared shitless.

Jake spotted me then, from across the street, just before they muscled him into the back of the cab. His eyes were accusing, then pleading, and still I did nothing.

His look of surrender shook me to my core as I stood there, paralyzed with fear in the cold November air.

I knew I would never forget the look on his face.

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"Curt, Curt!" Beth shook me gently.

"Beth? What's going on?" I blinked sleepily, embarrassed to find that I was all sweaty beneath the sheets.

"I think you were having a nightmare. It sounded pretty bad," she cupped my cheek, a tender sympathetic look on her face.

"Did I say anything?" I asked warily.

"Most of it was gibberish, but you distinctly called out for Jake. Jake's your brother, right?"

"Uhh, right," I stammered, eager to end this conversation before she dug too deep.

"You sounded really scared. Do you...want to talk about it?"

"No," I said with finality. "I don't want or need to talk about it. Don't burden yourself."

Her hurt expression had me unsettled, and cursing myself for my brusqueness.

Women were such healers. Unsatisfied if they didn't have someone to fix, some problem to remedy. I didn't want to be an asshole, but I didn't want her to know of my past—my shame.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to help," her eyes diverted to the sheets, and mine diverted to her soft naked flesh peeking out from it.

God I was such an ass. She wanted to help, and I wanted to fuck her until we both forgot who we were.

"No, I'm sorry," I sighed, reaching for her, pulling her body closer to mine. "I shouldn't have been so harsh."

"It's okay," she whispered, her eyes now fixed on my chest.

"Look at me Beth," I ordered softly, lifting her chin.

She reluctantly obeyed, her eyes watery.

I felt like such a bastard.

"Baby, I'm sorry," I crooned before rolling her onto her back and kissing her tenderly.

"Mmmm," Beth whimpered into my mouth.

As cheap of a move as it was, using sex to win her over, I couldn't resist. I didn't want to.

"Spread your legs," I rasped.

She complied without hesitation, in spite of the recent uncomfortable exchange.

I stroked the tip of my cock along her lush petals, and declared, "With you Beth, the only thing I want is to love you. To give you pleasure, and share it with you. That's all that matters. All you have to do is let me."

"I love you too Curt. Anything you want, I'll give you," she murmured, wiggling against me, tempting me to push further inside her.

"Then give me your trust Bethany. Your trust, your love, and your body," I growled before pinning her with another kiss. This one more demanding. And carnal.

I entered her slightly, then retreated. A bit more, in and out slowly, teasingly, making her squirm and beg. Her juices soaked my cock, as if her pussy had a mind of its own, and thought it could manipulate me with more wetness.

"Please Curt, fuck," she moaned, wrapping her legs around me.

While I could have gone on teasing her for hours, I knew I still needed to make amends. What better way than to give her what she so obviously wanted?

I pushed in, firmly and steadily, all the way until I hit her cervix.

"Aahh," Beth gasped, her cunt fluttering in delight.

"Bethany," I purred into her mouth, relishing the subsequent clench of her pussy.

"Mmm, I love it when you call me Bethany..."

"I know Bethany," I whispered with a wicked grin.

Her clenching every time I said her name was fast pushing me towards the edge. I struggled for control as my hips began thrusting of their own volition—harder and deeper.

"I'm going to come inside your pussy," I stated matter of factly. "I'm going to give you my sperm. You'll take it all."

"Fffuck!" Beth cried.

"You like that don't you Bethany? The knowledge that you'll carry my child. That I'm going to impregnate you."

"Yes, Curt! Yes!"

"I can't wait to fuck you with your belly big and round," I hissed, biting my lip as she continued to juice over me, glazing my balls in her warm sweetness.

"Mmmyeahhh," Beth moaned. "Fuck me Curt. Make me pregnant. Fill me with your seed."

"Fffuck," it was my turn to moan.

"Mmmm, harder Curt. Push your dick inside me faster. I want it..."

"Such naughty language little girl," I teased, my thrusts turning erratic as her nails began to claw at my shoulder blades.

"Daddy," she whispered directly into my ear.

Fuck, she knew my triggers just as surely as I did hers.

"Fffuck, little girl!!" I gritted as I rutted her frantically, desperate to claim what we both wanted. "Nnnhhh, Goddamn baby I'm close, so close!"

"Harder Daddy, please!"

"Ssshit!!" I cried as I felt the rush of tingling.

I knew Beth felt it just before I came, as her cunt clamped down tighter on me, her mouth wide open, no words escaping her. Just a look of pure ecstasy.

It was then I knew. She truly wanted this. She lived to take my cock, my seed, to have my babies. The sudden revelation drove me right to the edge, and I couldn't take it anymore.

My balls tightened, I forced my cock as deep as I could, and let my release rip through me.

"Aaahhh! Aaahhhhh!! Aahhh, ffffuck Bethhh!!!"

I exploded in her, jet after jet of hot cum flooding her womb as she milked me. I came for what felt like several minutes, my hips quivering, quaking and thrusting with aftershocks. Her pussy sucked it all in greedily, clenching continuously over me, welcoming everything I had to give her.

Christ, every time with this woman. Every time felt like the first time.

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"Beth baby, wake up..."

"Hmm?" she stirred, squinting up at me.

"Baby, I'm off to work now, be home around five again. You have any plans?"

"Mmm, yeah," she rubbed her eyes. "I have an afternoon appointment, but should be back in plenty of time."

"Perfect," I smiled at her sleepy angelic face. "I'm taking you out tonight to celebrate our engagement properly. Is it okay if I invite Joe and Kate to join us?"

"Sure, that sounds nice!" she beamed.

"Great," I grinned before kissing her softly on the mouth, wishing I had time for more. "See you tonight, love."

"Mmm, see you tonight."

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It was gross how giggly I was over wearing his ring. God, it was huge. I knew my mom would gawk over it, and Curt's charm, and well, my dad would hardly be able to deny how awesome a son-in-law with courtside seats at the Bulls games would be. Outlook was good for my parents' blessing of our engagement, or so I wanted to believe.

I couldn't wait to see Kate tonight. I knew I would either start squealing and jumping up and down, or crying tears of joy. Neither option appealed, but oh well. I was getting married! To a sex god! A rich, handsome, fucking awesome cook of a sex god!

I rolled merrily out of bed and all but skipped to the shower, happy-dancing stupidly as I scrubbed myself down. I didn't care if I looked like an idiot. I didn't care if he was watching on however many damn cameras were around this place. I was in love!

Cameras. Hmmm...

An utterly godless grin blossomed on my face as I had an epiphany.

Shutting off the water, I hurriedly dried myself off and ran to get my phone.

I bit my lip in anticipation as I opened a text to Curt.

I know you're busy, so don't let me interrupt, but on the off chance you're free at 10 am, you might want to take a look at your security footage. XOXO

--Beth

I sat there in my towel at the foot of the bed, my knees shaking in eagerness for his reply.

He probably won't reply, dopey. He's a busy important lawyer, doing real important things. Don't entertain the idea he'll engage in lovey texting right now.

If I can make time, I will. XXX Curt

Mmm. Oh yes, he'd make time. Or he'd be sorry.

Heck, he could probably access the footage any time he damn well pleased, even if he did miss it. But it would be so hot to do this and know he was watching in real time.

It was 9:00. I had some time, so I dried my hair and went downstairs to have breakfast and check my emails.

After enjoying another bland bowl of Cheerios, I checked my inbox, only to scowl as I often did. Not one new inquiry. I supposed it was for the best. I needed to keep my head clear for this new project, which if it closed, had the potential to be my largest yet.

Don't get ahead of yourself Beth. You haven't even seen the place yet. Haven't even met these people.

But my heart was racing. I knew it was a big contract, ready for the taking, and I just had to pitch myself well enough.

Checking the time on my laptop, it read 9:56.

Shoot, I thought, as I briefly considered chickening out.

You dangled the carrot Beth, now get your ass upstairs and make good!

My pulse rang in my ears as I dashed up the winding staircase to his bedroom.

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The little minx.

You might want to take a look at your security footage...

I growled at no one in my empty office as I pulled the tablet from my briefcase, my nerves nearly causing me to drop the damned thing. I'd barely managed to get rid of Joe at just seconds to ten.

Pulling up the security app on my tablet, I sat back in my office chair and scrolled through the feeds for each room.

Nothing. Had she forgotten?

Then suddenly, I saw her enter the master bedroom.

Beth stood there a moment, facing away from the camera, towards the bed.

What was she doing?

My heart pounded as my sex kitten sauntered over to the bed, clad in nothing but a towel.

A chill raced through me at the immediate sense of déjà vu. I knew in my soul that this would be a life altering moment. A life altering, pant splitting, mother fucking mind blowing moment.

She'd made the bed all pretty again, and didn't bother to turn down the covers as she climbed onto it, getting comfortable in the center.

I fucking salivated, biting my lip as she parted her towel, totally naked and open to my voyeuristic delight.

I'd never considered myself a voyeur. Seemed stupid really. Why watch when you can get in there and fucking enjoy yourself?

But she wasn't giving me that option today, the little tease.

Zooming in, I let my eyes roam wistfully over her deliciously nude form. But my view became partially obstructed when her hands closed over her breasts.

Holy fuck, those tits. They were a perfect handful for me, but spilled over her tiny Tinkerbell hands in a manner so ball tightening, I was sorely tempted to abandon all plans for the day.

Beth kneaded her breasts, massaging them in circles as I drooled with envy.

Her mouth was open, her eyes closed as she pursued her pleasure.

Was she thinking of me?

"Good girl baby, touch yourself. Think of Daddy as you touch yourself," I whispered.

She'd progressed to a noticeably firmer grip on her tits, her nails leaving marks as she alternated between squeezing her globes and teasing her nipples.

God, those nipples...

Taut as mother fucking pencil erasers, they called to me.

"Fuck," I hissed, reaching down to adjust myself.

Then she abandoned her generous titflesh, focusing solely on her nipples. Almost as if she'd registered my thoughts.

She pulled at them, pinching and tugging insistently til her round orbs began to lift from her chest. Her brow furrowed as she grimaced in what looked like sweet agony.

Was she doing this for her pleasure, or mine?

I zoomed out to see her legs spread, hips thrusting desperately at the air as she continued to torture her tender udders.

Her head was thrown back, her mouth open, and I knew it was not purely my sadistic appetite she indulged.

"Baby, fuck..." I groaned as I released myself from my pants, the pressure in my balls far too painful to ignore.

Her chest heaved when she finally released her breasts, and I thought that perhaps the show was over.

No matter, I'd rewind and watch it again if she was through.

But she was not through.

Beth kept her legs spread like a good girl and I frowned when she paused, pulsing in anticipation of what she would do next.

Her hands crept down, sliding along her ribcage, and coming to rest on her abdomen.

I shook my head in wonder as she began to caress her own belly, gently, in a manner that left no room for debate.

She was showing me where our baby would grow. Where perhaps, even now, it grew.

Sweet merciful Christ.

I licked my lips, my face and my cock straining as I stared transfixed at her hands as they performed a beautiful maternal dance over her soft belly.

Just when I thought I had her game figured out, she moved again, lower, her left hand still resting protectively over her belly, her right venturing delicately over her mound.

That clean-shaven ivory silk mound.

I'd tasted it last night, inside and out, and God help me, I just wanted to dive through the damned tablet screen and immerse myself once more.

But it was not to be. Not until I got home this evening. And by God, she had one hell of a retaliation coming.

I clenched my teeth as I saw her fingers quest downward to nestle between her young pussy lips.

She played for several moments, and I stroked myself, urging her to her inevitable destination.

"Good girl, play with that pussy. It's mine. My little pregnant pussy..."

Beth shifted then, planting her feet on the bed, spreading herself wide for my viewing pleasure.

I could see her glistening folds, and growled in desire for her.

"Fuckkkk..." was my reaction when she suddenly withdrew her fingers from her sex, and brought them to her mouth.

My cock pulsed and twitched eagerly against my hand, but my grip was firm.

Not yet. Not yet.

Her left hand remained on her lower abdomen, lovingly stroking and caressing our unborn child.

Christ how I wanted to fuck her right now. I was hard as a fucking diamond.

"Touch your clit," I bit out, stroking myself furiously.

She heard. She knew.

I grew dizzy with lust as I watched her begin to tease her little pearl.

"Touch it babygirl. Fucking frig that little clit. Come for Daddy..."

Her left hand abandoned her belly for the first time in several minutes, she now gripping the bedcovers, holding on as her hips lifted from the bed, her brow creased, her features determined, as her right hand became a blur over her mound.

"Come my sweet Bethany...Come!" I hissed at her through the God damned screen.

Her head fell back, her hips bucked and shivered. Still she tortured her clit, drawing it out for me. She was doing this for me. She was milking herself, milking me, for every last exquisite drop.