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  I turned to face him, and he turned me back away. He maneuvered my body so I was laying on my side, and lifted one of my knees up toward my chest. Without wasting any time, he placed his hand over my hip, and slid down between my now shaved sex, his fingers caressing me passionately.

  God! I’d missed having his hands on me, and was so wet his fingers had no trouble slipping inside and stroking the inner walls of my vagina until I was panting. I was so close to coming when he pulled back those magical digits, I whimpered in disappointment.

  He fidgeted behind me and then the hot warmth of his cock caressed my folds from behind. “I’m going to take this slow, baby. If I hurt you, tell me immediately.”

  He meant exactly what he said as he inched that beautiful shaft inside me with such care that I felt my body stretch to accommodate him with each move forward. “Fuck, baby. I’ve missed this.”

  With more patience than any man should have he slowly began making love to me. It felt so incredible after having refrained from this so long, and I pressed back against him trying to make him increase his pace. I wanted more. He gripped my hips firmly and he pushed deep inside, stilling.

  “Don’t do that again. You take what I give and nothing more, understand me?”

  I wanted to argue but he slowly began thrusting inside my body again, and I had no choice but accept his solid grip on my hips. It wasn’t enough. There was no contact with my clit this way and each stroke felt great, but also lacking the intensity I needed. “Jack!” I whimpered as he continued at that laidback pace making me want to scream in frustration.

  He pulled out slowly, and then shocked the hell out me when his hand landed smartly on my ass. “Hush.” That smack did something incredible to my body because when he slid back in, it felt even better than I could ever imagine. I moaned in appreciation.

  “I know what your body needs, my greedy little girl. But you’re not coming until I do, so just,” he pulled out slowly all the way, then plunged back in with a little more gusto, “Take. What. I. Give.”

  He increased his rhythm and I stopped fighting his will. Only then, did his hand leave my hip. Those fingers of his slid over my clit, and he pumped harder as he pinched. “Come now baby.”

  He didn’t have to ask again, my body flooded with a pleasure that left me breathless as he found his release simultaneously. Long moments later, He softened inside me, but kept us connected.

  “I’ll always know what you need, Emily.” Wrapping his arm around my waist gently he snuggled his face into my hair.

  “You always have, Jack,” I whispered the words in reverence. My sweet, control freak. How could I deny him anything, when everything he did made me feel like a pampered queen?

  chapter Fourteen

  Labor of Love

  Our lovemaking was pretty tame over the next eight months, but I had no complaints. Some of the toys still ended up in our bedroom, but Jack was so careful with me these days that he thought out everything we did.

  Since my due date had arrived, and passed by a week we were told to refrain from any sexual contact, though. I really wanted to slap the doctor for that order, because I knew Jack wouldn’t go against her requests. To be honest, though, I felt like a beached whale at the moment, and although Jack was inventive with his techniques, I couldn’t imagine finding pleasure even if we had made love. I was more than uncomfortable. To the point that walking had become almost a chore.

  With that discomfort, I became moodier than ever. Jack and I were getting ready for bed and I was griping about how swollen my ankles were. He took it all in good stride, which made me want to punch him in the face. I didn’t say my logic made any sense.

  “The sooner this thing is out of me, the better.” I knew he hated it when I said things like that, but I was tired of him being so understanding. Just like he had in the beginning, Jack had mellowed considerably when our due date came and went, letting me be as bitchy as I pleased.

  “How do you think the baby feels hearing you speak that way?”

  I finally slipped into bed, after much effort and scoffed. “If Junior wants to complain he needs to pop out and tell me himself.” We still didn’t know if Junior was a Juniorette because we decided not to learn the sex. Jack was convinced it was a she, and I believed otherwise. He couldn’t be right about everything!

  “She’ll come when she’s ready.” He adjusted himself in bed, and laughed softly. “I’d say her hotel room is pretty amazing. I never want to leave it when I check in.”

  That made me laugh and then I groaned with the added stress on my abdomen. “Just like his dad, doesn’t like being told what to do, I guess.” I smiled at that thought and forgot the misery of being so pregnant.

  That smile turned to another moan as I felt a cramp. “Damn!” I’d had Braxton hicks over the last week, but this one felt like someone stuck a knife in my belly.

  Jack was instantly out of teasing mode and he moved closer to me. “You okay?”

  Since the pain was splitting me in two, I shook my head. I couldn’t speak and instead closed my eyes doing the deep breathing exercises we’d learned in class. Jack wanted his child to come into the world without being drugged, so we’d planned on natural childbirth.

  The pain subsided and my body relaxed. I shook my head, wondering if this baby would ever stop tormenting me. I finally felt comfortable when a pain even sharper than the one before, had me grunting out. “How far apart was that?” Maybe my little man was finally willing to escape his cave.

  “Shit, I didn’t time.” He looked nervous as he grabbed his watch from the nightstand and I would have smiled but the pain hadn’t left yet.

  When the grip of tension released me again I felt overwhelmed at the relief. “This really sucks.” I managed a tired laugh, wishing this had waited until morning. After all that hoping that this baby would come, now I was a little scared.

  A few minutes later, that pain started up again I whimpered. “Jack! It hurts.” I expected him to do something. I had no idea what, but something.

  “Okay baby, okay. Breathe through it, just like we practiced.” He held my hand and I squeezed as the pain took over any concern for his well-being.

  I tried to remember my breathing, but hell, who could think about that when your insides felt ripped apart? “Make it stop!”

  He waited until that contraction eased before picking up the phone. I’d never heard him so agitated and telling Dante to get his ass ready in the car was definitely out of character.

  “We’re going to the hospital, now!” He helped me out of bed, almost getting my dress on before the next one hit. I clung to him desperately the pain so horrible, tears stung my eyes. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. Never again.” He held me up when I knew my knees were about to buckle from the agony.

  He managed to get my dress on and lifted me in his arms, racing downstairs to the car, before my body was writhing in agony once again. “Drive, damn it!” Screaming at Dante, Jack held me in his arms and I felt the warmth of fluid flood his lap.

  “My water broke.” I was having the brief respite and could speak without screaming. “I’m sorry.” I realized I’d just drenched him and myself.

  “Screw my clothes. Are you okay?” Jack looked terrified. Never in all the time I’d known him had I ever seen him out of control. This was so not the time for him to lose his shit, I thought.

  I almost told him that, but the contractions came again and I squeezed his neck as the pain wrenched through me horribly. I cried out at the intensity of that one and heard him screaming at Dante to drive faster.

  Thankfully, Dante seemed to have a much cooler head than my husband at the moment, because he kept driving at a normal speed. By the time we arrived at the hospital, my contractions were less than a minute apart. I had no time to get over the last one before the next began.

  Dante ran into the hospital since Jack had all but threatened his life if someone wasn’t out here with me in the next five seconds. When I wasn’t dying, I knew I�
�d have to remind him to apologize. An orderly arrived at the car and Jack carefully lifted me into the wheelchair, taking me quickly as he judged how fast my labor was progressing.

  We had opted for an all in one birthing suite, and I was helped into a hospital gown by the nurse as Jack began pacing the room. His beautiful dark hair was disheveled as he ran his hands through it. I noticed in those brief seconds of respite I had before screaming like a crazy lady again.

  Once on the bed the nurse lifted my legs into stirrups, and Jack finally stopped his pacing to grab my hand as she examined me. Another contraction came while she was doing her exam and I knew I broke everyone eardrums with my wails.

  “Give her something for pain!” Jack was the one who talked me into this natural childbirth thing, even though my sister called me a fool for it. Now he wanted me to have pain meds?

  “She’s too far dilated. Relax, Mr. Duncan, that precious bundle will be here soon.”

  My obstetrician walked in after the nurse had left the room giving her report, and was smiling. “Who’s ready to have a baby?”

  I doubted she knew how bad I wanted to slap the smile from her face as the contractions strengthened until I hated every single person on the face of the earth. “I hate this!” Groaning as I looked into Jack’s fear-filled eyes I wanted to slap him, too, for not being strong for me. He picked a hell of a time to become a complete pussy!

  “The head is crowning, I think we’re ready to push. I’m going to have to cut you, honey. This little tyke’s head is too big.”

  I didn’t care if she cut my insides out at the moment and I felt a soft prick as she gave me a shot of something down there. Making a face at the sensation of fluid rushing forward, that lasted only long enough until the need to get this kid out took over every other sensation. Without thinking, I pushed hard. I screamed at the feeling of that head pressing against my flesh.

  “Good girl, Emily, just like that, ten seconds now. Mr. Duncan, help her do her breathing.”

  Whatever fog Jack was under, it seemed to break at her words. He counted down from ten to one. And my body relaxed as much as it could. The urge to push refused to lay dormant and when it came again I screamed every obscenity I could think of about my husband, which granted wasn’t many, and I’m not sure they came out right.

  After half an hour of this horrific pain, I was done. If they wanted this baby out they could push themselves. I was exhausted. The next contraction came and I fought against it.

  “Emily, you have to push.” The doctor looked at me in concern when I shook my head, instead sinking into my mind and dying.

  “You look at me now, Emily.” Jack’s voice had turned back into that forceful persona I had grown to love. Without thought, my gaze drifted to his on command. “When that next contraction comes you push. Don’t hesitate.”

  I felt the buildup again and fought against it. “Now, Emily. Don’t make me tell you again.”

  That was all it took, I pulled strength from someplace I didn’t know existed and brought our daughter into the world. The thought wasn’t lost on me that it was a girl, just like he said, as my body rested back against the bed, completely exhausted.

  The soft cries of this beautiful little human reached my ears and I wept in gratitude. All the agony was so worth it when my baby girl was finally nestled in my arms. She was so perfect. I know because Jack counted every single finger and toe. We basked in that miraculous moment until they took her away.

  “I love you so much, baby.” Jack lowered his lips to my forehead, kissing me tenderly.

  Those words brought tears to my eyes and I told him I loved him just as much. My sister finally arrived, and of course she was the first one to hold the baby when the tests were done. “She’s perfect.” I’d never seen Kim with so much joy on her face as I did when she peered down into the pink little face of our daughter. “What’s her name?”

  Since I’d sworn she was going to be a boy, I had no idea what we were going to call our little princess. Looking up at Jack, I panicked. He grinned wickedly.

  “One day you’ll learn, I’m always right, my love.” He walked over to our daughter and peered down into her beautiful eyes. “What would you like to be called, little one?”

  “I guess this is one little lady who’ll tell you how things are done?” Kim found that funny since she was smiling. “What about your mother’s name and ours?” Kim looked to me, then back at Jack at her suggestion.

  I nodded, so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open but not wanting to miss one moment of my baby’s life either. “Katherine Adele Duncan. I like that. Jack?”

  “It’s perfect, just like her.” Jack lifted Katherine from my sister’s arms and brought her back over to me, putting her in my arms where I was aching for her to be, no matter how tired I was. “Welcome to the world, little Katherine.”

  chapter Fifteen

  Simply Jack

  “Does she know, Jack?”

  My friend and confidante, Bentley Arrington, looked decidedly uncomfortable holding my precious little daughter in his large hands. Emily was exhausted when I took our sweet little Katherine out for the day so she could get some much needed rest.

  Taking her from his arms, I gave him a look of incredulity. “She knows what I allow her to believe.” Smiling down at my now eight month old angel resting in my arms, I made the silly faces I swore I’d never be caught making. They made her smile and keeping her happy was the most important thing in the world to me.

  “Don’t be coy. If she discovers your true nature during this campaign it could destroy all our hard work.” He kept his tone low, as to not startle my child, but the words nonetheless were angry.

  “She will never find out. As far as my loving wife is concerned, my only desire is to keep her happy and to have her follow my very lenient rules.”

  “Julia may prove to be a problem. She was very disappointed in discovering you had married the girl. If you had handled this differently, perhaps your wife might never know. I don’t think she’ll allow things to remain the way they are.”

  “Julia has been paid very well for her silence. Granted, I haven’t spent much time with her lately, but my wife needed my assurances more than my slave. She knows the price for defying me.”

  “My advice, and that is what you pay me for, is for you to make a visit to her soon. The preliminaries are only a few months away, and unless we want this falling down on our heads before you win, I suggest you take care of it.”

  “Fine. I’ll smooth things over, or beat her ass so bad she’ll know not to be bothering you with nonsense like this again.” The last thing I needed at this moment was an unruly slave that thought she had some type of control over me. Me! Her fucking Master. Who the hell did she think she was? Oh yes, I would have a very nice session with the little slut. One she wouldn’t soon forget!

  “Good. I don’t know how you do it. This double life you lead is mind boggling.” Bentley walked over to the fully-stocked bar in my office and made himself at home.

  Katherine started to wiggle in my arms and I walked over to the diaper bag pulling out a bottle of pre-made milk. When she suckled greedily, I turned back to my friend. “Emily is a completely different person from Julia. She’s sweet, innocent, and the type of woman that deserves my love and respect. Julia, on the other hand, is a dirty little slut who enjoys groveling at my feet and accepts whatever punishment I dish out because she knows it’s deserved.”

  Bentley looked shocked at my confession. I, for one, didn’t see why. If Emily ever cheated on me I’d treat her the same way as Julia. But she’d been pure, and as such I’d only brought to the table a limited part of my true nature. She’d never have survived the hardcore sadist I could be when I deemed a submissive whore enough to become my slave.

  “She doesn’t know you at all, does she, Jack?” I couldn’t read the emotion on his face and it piqued my curiosity.

  “The side of me she knows is enough. Why do you seem so concerned?”


  “Because Miss Emily seems like such a nice young woman and I worry what will happen if she does discover the real you.”

  “Miss Emily? We’re not with her now, you can drop the title.” I found it amusing that my friend who was just as sadistic as I was toward women was placing my wife on a pedestal. Then it hit me. “You like her?” If my voice sounded surprised it was because Bentley was even more of a son of a bitch than I was.

  “What’s not to like? As you said, she’s sweet, compassionate, knows how to show respect. You’re one lucky asshole, you know that?”

  “Luck is for fools. What I am is smart.” I rocked Katherine in my arms as she fed and a fierce possessive streak moved through my mind. “She is mine, Bentley. I would warn you against getting too close to my wife.” I’d never known jealousy before, but recognized it instantly.

  “We’ve been friends too long for that.” He chuckled as if my words had no merit, but that look of challenge on his face told me he lied. “Besides, I know what you’d do to her if she ever turned her eyes my way.”

  That told me more than I needed to know. He was interested in my Emily. “It would be wise for you to remember what I’m capable of then.” Thinking that warning should be enough to assure he wouldn’t attempt to win her favor, I dropped it.

  “I need to get Katherine back to her mother and spend some time at home. If Julia needs to be put in her place, I want to make sure I leave things in my perfect little world intact first.” With a warning look, I picked up the diaper bag and walked out of the office.

  I fought to control my emotions on the drive home, but I was angry. Angrier than I’d been in my life, because I didn’t need any problems right now and Julia was dictating my actions. Add to that Bentley’s obvious infatuation with my wife and I had a slight pity for what my slave would suffer this night. My precious Emily couldn’t be held responsible and my mask would remain in place until I assured myself she was satisfied.