Ashley POV
So for the past few days Eliza has been cooped up in her or our room-- shit sometimes I don't know she kicks me out when she feels like it but I burst into the room. I lock the door behind myself as I had blind folds and cuffs in my other hand. Eliza sat drawing and sketching onto her sketchpad.
I dropped the few items on the bed, snatching her sketchpad from her. "hey Ashley what the fu--"
"Shush!" I threw her pencils, sketch pad and blanket away from her across the room as I took her fragile and already bruised wrist; cuffing them to the bedpost. I had to spice things up and get us back to normal, I am going to Dominate her. "it's my turn, don't you think." after cuffing Eliza to the bed here was my favorite part-- Blinding her. I quickly put the blind fold onto her head perfectly with simple directions for her.
"Ash---" Eliza grunts, now frowning.
"Give in, give me all your senses and undivided attention." I spoke quietly. Why was I speaking in whispers? Not too sure but I was giving her the "sexy and confident as hell" illusion. Eliza's body relaxes to my words. "I'm going to make you cum for me as many times as I please then when I am done with you, you'll be sure to do as I say?"
She tensed up. Submission was not Eliza's thing. I took her chin into my hands , "you'll see." and for the first time in a long time... I kissed her. I missed the feeling of her lips on mines and mine on her's. Perfectly shaped and soft, they lock and latch against each other. There isn't a thing that can ruin this.
I pull away; afraid almost that something will break us emotionally. My kisses do linger onto my Goddess-- Yes, my Goddess. I'm back onto that. I kiss her downwards her neck from then on, between the valleys of her breast, the waves of her bloated yet beautiful swollen stomach adoring all the inches of her pregnant body while she shifts around nervous and insecure to the very under neath her bloated body spreading her cinnamon toned thighs.
The pink and nearly soaked panties come off with ease from my teeth as they touch her soft and silky legs to her delicate feet, I take my time as my tongue swipes across her legs-- Worshiping them nearly. I reassure her I'm still the slave she once owned and still does. My Eliza lets out a soft and very submissive moan while I kiss and worship her feet then my kisses go upward her legs until I am back at her very thighs seeing the beautiful sight of her glistening sex. I can't help it when my curious hands wander over the very swollen and firm nub of her sex, it's pink and aching.
She's actually having slow contractions before I can touch her, her breathing is way hitched and her legs are flexing by the muscle. "relax baby," I tell her. I spread her legs wider before getting onto my knees as I inhale the scent of her and take my thumb onto the swollen and pinging nub of her sex. She relaxes under me before I find my tongue between her lips at her entrance, taking care of her whole body before attacking her soft and nerve ending ; In which I was delicately brushing my finger over as I was flicking my tongue in places over her, over her lips to her curling and short lipped labia. Her hips bucked, wildly.
Her soft moans only filled my ears and then my heart is satisfaction I was doing something right. Then after taking my gentle time I had found my lips upward onto her swollen clit. "uh..." she moaned with an innocent tone. I spread her thighs apart and kept them in my hands as they shook and her sex quivered. I sharply sucked at her, rubbing my tongue over her again and again at once.
I rest my head on the inside of her thigh, adoring her, purring and rubbing against her like a cat as well as pleasing her very well. I was too busy tasting her, enjoying her and savoring this moment between her and I. My Goddess, my everything. I wanted her to cum for me so I could taste her then beg her to come more for me so I couldn't get enough. I attacked her gentle pearl before me, I could feel the pulses of her beating clit against my tongue, rising in contraction. She's coming... Coming from me... For me. Her shackles are clanking against the headboard as she's ready for her orgasm, she's trying to grab my head but will never get there and her feet perched upon my shoulders are scratching my back. "Ashley!" she screams.
I only knew to go faster, went harder and loved her more all the while. A series of pulses, movements and voices led to her orgasm. Her juices flowing freely from the within to out, I pull back to see the quivering sight of her sex and body. Beautiful. The sight of her were beautiful as well as the shape.
I found myself on top of her, leaning down to kiss her as I found her still blinded with my fingers inside her now massaging the soft and creaming flesh. It had me wondering how many sex positions would pregnant women do, well pregnant lesbians anyway which is something that doesn't happen too often.
It was hard seeing as we were almost the same size still I was smaller. "get me out of these things right now!" Eliza growled and for the first time in a long time there was life in her voice. It was beautiful too, hearing her voice sound so lively and there. I took her blindfold off finally seeing her eyes but this time they're brighter and more alive with tears streaming and lashes moist. "I am so sorry... So, so sorry that I haven't been attentive to you. I haven't been a model girlfriend for you at all-- Or any kind of girlfriend, lease let me take us somewhere!" my plan had worked. I had wanted to get her outside and do things. I just needed to lick the attitude out of her. That mean and raunchy attitude.
I swept vicious kisses against her lips ever so lovingly at once. "that's more like it,"I pat her shoulder. "we're going out." I unlock the cuffs on her wrist now kissing each of her wrist.
Eliza smiles towards me. "I'm even ready for us to go to therapy today; I want to get back on track so we can get home faster and back to normal life." for the first time in a long time I was happy. Even if it just meant I was happy to hear about this, her change and all. I would just have to keep this up with her until we were back to normal. I wonder if I ate her out tonight would she consider keeping her babies. They deserved this life, Eliza was very providing and loving so why couldn't she love them just as she loved me? What's so hard to being a mother? Well everything sometimes but being a rich mother? There isn't anything hard about that at all and she has me on her side to take care of them.
I was clearly already dressed, in a flowy white sweater dress and stocking. I had a hard time deciding on which hair of shoes should I wear... Oxfords? Or classic black pumps. The dress was paired with a shiny wine red skinny belt. I had started wearing maternity bras , they were quite comfortable and somewhat stylish with the lacing and ribbons, some with mesh and some with chiffon. Vera made sure I only had the best maternity bras and comfortable pregnancy jeans.
My shoes were accustomed and usually I would have cared if someone paid for me but I was a pregnant woman with needs and I knew my needs very well. I needed the best of everything and couldn't do this alone. Eliza stands up from the bed with wobbly legs, I help her get up. "not used to being this big eh?" I asked her jokingly.
She turns to me. "no, no I'm not." she says in a very serious tone with me. Almost impatient and ticked. She kisses me very softly as she's holding onto my shoulders for support. "helped me get dressed will you?"
I nodded; replying back to my girlfriend. I chose her a black sweater and gave her a denim pencil skirt with creme colored patented flats with gold ribbons on top. I picked two Khaki long trench coats for us. I choose to wear my pumps, they were an inch and a half tall. They were good enough for me and comfortable on the inside. I left the room so she had time to get dressed while I tended to Gia who was running around the house. There was a table fun of Gia's things so I grabbed a bowed collar in Salmon with a matching leash and a doggie bag. One with treats and the other to clean up her poop.
I also took my purse with my card, phone, keys and everything else that was needed. My babies started kicking me again, I should probably eat but I felt like I wanted to fart as they were pressing down on my bowels and bladder. "babe before we go to therapy can we please stop and get some food!" I hollered from the top of my lungs hoping she'd hear me.
"Ashley you don't have to scream. I can hear you babe and um... Yeah, let's go to an favorite old place of mine's it's called Etta's Eatery, maybe it's still open." Eliza says as she comes down from the stairs holding onto the banister with another hand on her stomach as there is a white purse over her shoulder. "what?"
I look at her at the first few top stairs now struck. My mouth hung as she stood there before me, her skin bright and her smile clear to see. "you're beautiful." she could wear a paper bag and still be the most beautiful woman on Earth in front of me. I felt very little in front of my girlfriend, very below her and unworthy.
I was short, had dirty blonde hair and looked a tad alien or manly. I didn't have her assets or any to claim myself, I was rusty and mousy. I was in no way strong and womanly as she was but a part of her held onto me no matter how many times I unclothed her, no matter how many times I loved her over and over again no matter whatever I could have did with her. Heaven on Earth may kill me and I could be more ugly in death but she kept me here by her side where I didn't want to be anywhere else. "so are you." she had her soft comeback.
I shook my head furthermore went down my knees at the last step waiting for her as her most loyal slave, her devoted girl, furthermore and more. My head hung low before Eliza, but I can hear her hum in surprise. She caresses my cheek, kisses the top of my head and pushes back ignorant hairs from my face. "you are; my beautiful, beautiful slave." I find myself back at her mercy and needing her. I'll always be waiting for her and on my knees.
I am holding her calf as I give her soft kisses on the very side of her leg downward her feet. This is not something a pregnant woman should do but it's something I will. Woah is me when I am kissing her soft feet, "you are so good to me, you were never like this before."
I look up at her in the face with my shameful eyes lain upon her looking for hope. "because I was without eyes and you were taken from me-- For months Eliza I was lost without you and I never knew real pain until now." I don't think even my future labor pains will have hurt as much as my heart did without her. I worshiped her all the more as she lend her hand for me to kiss. She was enjoying my devotion to her, loving every second of this and so was I. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Forever and ever my Ms. Robinson.