Dominating Love ✓

[Chapter Fifty-One] REPOST

A professional massage felt incredible, but it was more sentimental when he did it. And being pregnant I was emotional and cried at anything.

"What's wrong, Angel?" His sad eyes made me cry harder.

"I love you." For fucks sake, I was such a baby.

"I love you too. What else can I do for you?" And I moaned; that was the spot right there. He didn't skip a beat, he continued to put pressure there and then he rubbed my ankles and up my legs. There was no time limit; he wasn't looking at the clock every ten minutes to see how long he's been doing this; he just wanted to make me feel better.

Pregnancy and I had a love hate relationship. I was tired of being pregnant, tired of having swollen everything, tired of being this drained and tired of being tired. But I could always feel them. Awake or asleep I knew they were there. I would miss this feeling. For part of my pregnancy I had taken it for granted and I felt guilty over that.

"My lower back." He could get my shoulders when I was sitting down, but my lower back was always throbbing.

"Lay on your side," It wasn't the best angle, but he laid behind me and dug his fingers into the lower region of my back. An unexpected moan escaped when his fingers got lower; the pain in my ass hadn't even registered with everything else. "Back." I rolled over again and he used his three middle fingers to rub my chest; the area above my breasts.

They've gooten so much larger than it was pulling at all the muscles from my chest to back. It was painful but it did feel good.

"You're the best." He rubbed under and to the sides my breasts now and it felt strange; but in a good way. He was wonderful.

"Are you feeling better?" Time escaped us, I have no idea how long he was going at it but I felt amazing.

"Yeah."

"Are you still stressed?" He questioned and I debated; truth or lie. Truth was always better; I knew that.

"Yeah; a little." He kissed my lips and then each brest once. His mouth went lower and lower still.

"Chase." Sex? Really; that was what he was going to push for? We hadn't had sex in awhile, I just wan't really in the mood; too tired.

"Shush for a minute." His face settled between my thighs and he kissed my slit. "You're wet baby; are you sure you're not horny?" Okay, maybe I was. He gripped my ass and drank me in until I pulled his hair.

"Don't stop." My voice was embarrassingly needy.

"Are you horny, Angel?" He asked again and I groaned but nodded.

"Let me take care of you then." He reached for the chest at the end of the bed and my boidy tingled in excitement; we haven't used that box in months; not since finding out I was pregnant. He grabbed ties and bound each wrist to the side of the bed. He wound rope around my thighs and then ankles; tying them not only apart, but up in the air too and in a position where I couldn't move my thighs inward. My pu ssy was exposed to him.

"I can't wait until we can go back to how things were." Well not completely; but i couldn't wait until I could be in any position and he could get rough with me again. Maybe that was why we didn't have sex as much anymore; there wasn't enough variation.

"Like what?" His fingers teased my entrance.

"How you would bend me over your desk in the office and fuck me. How you would roughly take my ass or force me into positions and pound my pu ssy." So horny.

"Interesting. His fingers left me as he turned and dug around in the chest again. No matter how hard I tried i couldn't fingure out what he was digging for; I couldn't see what he grabbed. I waited, anticipating what he would do.