Amira couldn't help the goofy smile that took over her face. She was damn near blushing at the sight of Rowan.
He wore a black short-sleeve sweater—similar to the look of a t-shirt, but the quality was easily distinguishable. He wore black dress pants, black leather shoes, and a silver chain around his neck. Rowan preferred his fancier clothes to fit a certain way, so everything was altered to perfection—not too loose but not obnoxiously tight. His attire was simple yet effective.
Amira stood in the kitchen, munching on some grapes as she watched her two favorite people interact. She believed Rowan when he said he would try to stop by, but she somewhat doubted he would find time. Amira kept her expectations low, just in case. So imagine her surprise when she answered the door twenty minutes ago and saw Rowan standing outside. Not only did he arrive before everyone else, but he also brought Renee a gift.
"Amira?" Renee suddenly spoke from across the room. "Check the turkey for me," she instructed.
"Oh, I already—" Amira stopped when her mother didn't wait for her to respond. She was too enthralled to care about anything other than Rowan. Her face was beaming with joy, which made Amira want to sneak Rowan upstairs to properly thank him for showing up. His effort meant more to her than anything.
"What are we talking about?" Amira inserted herself into their conversation, walking up to Rowan and burying her face into his chest. He smiled and resisted the urge to squeeze her ass.
"Rowan and I were just catching up. How did the turkey look when you checked on it?"
"It seemed fine to me. I think it's ready."
"Okay, great." Renee stepped aside and went to the stove.
"Thank you for coming. I'm sure you made my mom's day." She hugged Rowan tighter and guided him to the couch. "You look good as fuck." She urged him to sit and respectfully sat on his lap. "Who are you trying to impress? Surely, it can't be me; it has to be Renee."
Rowan only smirked.
"I hope you're staying the entire time."
"I am," he nodded.
"You don't have to speak to anyone. We can just stay in our little bubble, and if anyone tries to talk to you, I can lie and say you're shy."
Rowan chuckled. "Do I look shy to you?"
"No, but looks can be deceiving," she smiled. "They won't know the difference."
"I'm good, Amira. I don't need to pretend to be shy."
"I know," she sighed. "But I haven't seen my relatives in a long time, so I know they'll have questions. I just don't want anyone making you feel uncomfortable."
"I'll be fine," he reassured her. Rowan wasn't worried at all. He knew how to mingle and handle himself just fine.
Amira then stayed by Rowan's side as people started to arrive. She acted as the "mediator" when introducing her family and couldn't help but admire Rowan's easygoing nature. He let people approach him; he acknowledged their curiosity and did his best to respond accordingly.
No one really hounded him with questions like Amira thought—her relatives seemed to understand the concept of space. Thus, no one overstepped, and the day continued without a hitch.
.....
That night, Amira was so horny she made a left turn when they entered his home.
Rowan nodded at the sudden change of direction and followed after her. He then unlocked the door to his playroom and pushed it open. Amira knew to strip out of her clothes, so she dropped each article onto the floor and got on her knees. Her prompt response didn't go unnoticed by Rowan.
He stood close, his prominent frame hovering above her. He eyed Amira's body and admired how her plump ass sat perfectly in the arch of her feet, even spilling over.
"What do you want?" He asked, his bulge pressing against her face. Instead of answering, Amira darted her tongue out and ran it over the crotch of his pants.
"What do you want?" Rowan asked again, insisting on a verbal response.
"I want you to take advantage of me." Amira didn't care what he did; she just wanted Rowan to dominate her. She wanted him to do whatever he pleased to satisfy his needs.
Rowan smirked as he removed his coat. "Where is your collar?"
"It's upstairs in the drawer of your nightstand. I never moved it."
Rowan left to grab Amira's collar. When he returned, he securely fastened it around her neck and walked away to set up their session. Once done, he called Amira forward, and she slowly crawled to him.
"Get on the bed," he instructed. Amira did as she was told, climbing onto the bed and eyeing the sex machine sitting before her. She watched as Rowan squeezed a thin layer of lube onto the dildo. It wasn't big, so she easily mounted the saddle and lowered herself onto it.
Rowan then proceeded to secure Amira's wrists above her head. "Yank on them," he told her. Amira tried tugging on her restraints but couldn't move her arms at all. The chains were pulled so taut they had no slack whatsoever.
"Good." Rowan stood off to the side, completely satisfied with her position at the foot of the bed. He adjusted the machine to the lowest setting, which caused the dildo to move at a gingerly pace. Then he pulled out a chair and placed it in front of her.
"How does that feel?"
Amira bit her lip. "Good, sir."
Rowan checked the time on his watch and sat back to enjoy the view. The sight of Amira's languid figure had his mouth watering. She looked utterly delicious with her lips parted, eyes closed, and head hanging to the side. As time passed, it didn't take long for Rowan to get lost in her melodic moans. He knew Amira's body so well he could practically hear her steady heartbeat. He could envision the feel of her delicate body under his fingertips and even taste the light sheen of sweat starting to coat her skin.
Rowan grew so hard that he adjusted himself multiple times. He debated pulling out his dick and stroking it to the sound of her deep breaths, but he decided otherwise. He wanted to save his strokes for Amira.
"What was that?" He leaned forward when she suddenly whined.
Amira shook her head. She didn't mean to voice her frustrations out loud. Rowan then stood and took a step towards her, sighing when she didn't reply. Luckily, he already knew what Amira wanted—what she needed.
The slow pace of the machine wasn't enough to push Amira over the edge. It succeeded at getting her immensely horny, but it did nothing to satisfy her needs.
"Answer me." Rowan trailed his fingers over her mound, appreciating the small strip of hair left behind specifically for him.
"I need more," Amira finally spoke, her skin feeling hot under his touch.
Rowan checked his watch once again and wasn't surprised an hour had flown by. He decided to put Amira out of her misery and raised the intensity of the machine. Then he reached between her legs to rub her clit.
Amira was so ripe she came undone instantly.
Rowan smirked and halted the machine. He unbound Amira's wrists and lifted her off the saddle, quickly dropping her onto the bed. Rowan knew his dick was oozing pre-cum and couldn't wait to fill her up. Thus, he removed his belt and unzipped his pants.
Amira felt the difference when Rowan swiftly entered her. The feel of his penis compared to the dildo was significant, and she couldn't help but grip the bed as he moved inside her.
.....
A week later...
Amira barely got home before she collapsed onto her couch. She hadn't been feeling well at all, which scared her. She knew something was off because she rarely got sick to the point she couldn't function properly. Amira thought she might've consumed something bad within the past few days but couldn't remember what she ate.
She was now running on an empty stomach, which only irritated her symptoms. She wanted to try and force herself to eat, but the constant urge to throw up wouldn't subside. Even the mere thought of food made her more nauseous.
"Fuck." She rubbed her stomach. "This can't be what I think it is."
Amira didn't want to think about the what-ifs, so she curled up into a ball and fell asleep.
Hours later, when the sun had gone down, Amira got up and trudged into the bathroom. She took a shower before going into the kitchen and pouring herself some ginger ale. Then she grabbed a box of Ritz and went into her room.
After eating a stack of crackers and trying to fall asleep, Amira pulled out her phone and started googling her symptoms. Deep down, she already knew what was wrong. Amira knew what her gut was telling her, but she didn't want to believe it. She couldn't believe it.
There was only one way to confirm or deny her suspicions, so she slid out of bed and stormed into the bathroom.
Amira then rummaged through her cabinet and prayed her tests hadn't expired. Once she found them, she plopped down on the toilet and gathered the courage to pee.
.....