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“I’m sorry Bambi. I should have never left. You deserve someone better, I know that. But like I said, I’m selfish and I’m going to keep you for myself.”

A grin tugs at my lips and I try to control it, my mouth twitching.

“Is it wrong of me to be turned on by that? Besides, I think you deserve to be a little greedy. At least when it comes to love and to me.”

“Good, because I may be greedy, but I can also be very,verygenerous.”

Warren leans down and slants his lips over mine, consuming me in a kiss that almost has me whimpering. I try to slip my tongue against his, but he pulls back and presses a kiss to my nose.

“Not here my doe eyed deer. Wait until we get home.”

I like that he calls my apartment home. I would call wherever we go together home.

“Can I ask for one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Could we…use the rope again?”

Warren growls and rubs his nose into my hair.

“Gladly. But not as much as before. I don’t want to risk anything with you so far along in your pregnancy.”

Concern washes over his expression and one of his hands caresses at my stomach. Seems like the tables have turned. Me being reckless and wanting to do something wild, and Warren being the sensible responsible one.

“I guess I can accept that. For now.”

With a saucy grin and another kiss Warren leads me back to the house and then to his truck to drive home.

Chapter 28: Raelyn

Inch by glorious fucking inch

When we finally get home Warren has to make two trips from the truck to bring in all the presents. Then, just as promised, he runs me a bath and joins me in it. He eases the tension between my shoulders with a body melting massage.

My stomach is so large at this point that it pokes out from the water like a floating island. Warren cups the water and drizzles it over my island stomach. His hand resting on it once he’s coated it in warm water.

It’s still a little surreal to me to be here with Warren, for him to be here with me. It’s strangely everything I’ve always wanted. Maybe not in the order I anticipated, but to be with Warren, to have a family with him, that’s all I need. He and our child are all that I need.

“How do you feel?” Warren asks from his place behind me cradling me in his lap and arms.

“Thoroughly washed and ready for bed,” I answer suggestively.

I’m ready for bed alright, just not for sleep. He also promised he would use his ropes again and I’m going to hold him to that. I can’t see his face, but I can feel the prod of his cock in my back. He understands my meaning just fine.

“I think I can help with that.”

We exit the bath and Warren towels me off, spending extra time and attention on my breasts and stomach. One he holds soft and reverently, the others he cups and squeezes wantingly. The brush of his fingers over my nipples sends pleasurable shock waves straight between my thighs.

Warren leaves me standing naked in our bedroom as he rustles around in the closet, hopefully looking for the rope he promised me. He reappears with a bundle in his hands, black silky looking ropes. It looks like there’s more than one this time but shorter than the turquoise one he used before.

“I promised you my ropes, but I’m not going to restrict your movement. None of your limbs will be restrained. You’ll be able to move the entire time.”

“What are you going to tie up then?” I ask, because how does it work if I’m not restrained?

Last time he bound my arms to my sides and my calves to my thighs. If I’ll be able to move the entire time, is he just going to wrap the rope around me and not even tie any knots?

“I’m still going to tie you up Bambi. My knots will still decorate your perfect skin, frame your tempting breasts, line your arms, and cradle your stomach. But I need you to be safe, and that means the ability to move all your limbs without restraints. I can’t risk your, or our sons, safety.”