Sitting in the cold, sterile-smelling hospital room at Dr. Gates' office never gets any easier. As I get further along in my pregnancy, it becomes harder. Knowing what today's appointment will entail; it's more-so nerve wracking. Today, I may have to give up most, if not all, portions of the only thing I currently find solace in. I cannot tell Romie how much the leash and harness mean to me, though. I mean, I know he knows to an extent. But, he doesn't know that deep down inside, I'm having an existential crisis about it. He doesn't know that our 'play time' is the only reason I've felt comfortable enough to be intimate with him here in recent weeks. I'm 16 weeks pregnant and my belly has literally popped overnight. Ro can't contain his excitement over the new development. I, on the other hand, am trying to control my urge to cringe every time he touches it and praises me for how well my body is growing our little boy or girl. His kisses all over my stomach every morning make me want to sob and beg him to never look at me again. But, I can't hurt him like that.
"Deano?" I shake myself out of my daydream as Ro is suddenly next to me, grasping my hip and stroking my face. I realize I've been crying while thinking about not crying. Stupid hormones.
"Hi Romie. I'm good, babe." I wipe my eyes. When I look back at him, he gives me a no-nonsense stare.
"We'll talk at the house babe. But, I'm fine." I give him the most believable smile I can muster at that particular moment as Dr. Gates walks in the door.
"Hello gentlemen! How are you two fathers-to-be doing?" She sounds chipper until she takes in our positions. Ro still holding me and me looking downtrodden and simply defeated.
"Is everything okay?" She sounds genuinely concerned.
"I'm just a little emotional, I guess." I try to laugh it off, but neither of the other occupants in the room laugh with me.
"So, what's going on, baby-wise?" She decides to get right down to business.
"Nothing really exciting, which I guess is what we want. Right?" Is my response.
"Pretty much." Dr. Gates chuckles.
"How are you sleeping, Dean?"
"I'm not." I quip before I can stop it.
Luckily, she knows I'm joking so she laughs before responding.
"Yeah, that's typical the further along you get. How's your appetite?"
"Alright. Some days I eat anything and everything I can get my hands on, and some days I just can't, but I love my midnight snacks!" We all laugh.
The conversation continues in this fashion for some time. Until the topic turns to my sex drive. "So, gentlemen. How's the level of intimacy? More, less, same?" We're both beet red as she looks at us. Ro speaks first as usual.
"Uh, uhm. It's been a little less here in the last couple of weeks. Up until that point, though, it had been way more. So much more." And he grins at me from his peripheral.
"So, what changed?" She asks carefully.
"That's actually part of why we're here today." I finally remember I have a voice.
"We wanted to talk to you about a part of our intimate relationship dynamic. We just want to be sure we're being safe for both my sake and of course our baby." She hums in understanding, but doesn't say anything else so I continue.
"Ro and I have a Dom/Sub relationship. Mostly, in the bedroom but sometimes I need it a bit more."
"That should be okay throughout your pregnancy. Unless, you're involved in, say, knife play or something. What is the extent of your play in the bedroom?" I blush and look down.
Ro squeezes my knee lovingly and reassures me that it's okay and he'll take over. "We like to engage in leashing and Dean wears a harness sometimes, too. It's an act of just letting go of control for him. Letting me make every decision for him. Taking away the "adulting" responsibilities and just letting him freely express his wants and needs without feeling judged or mocked. When he's not leashed, he can make his own decisions as he chooses, even with the harness on. But, he can also tell me when he's taking on too much or feeling too much at once and I'll step in. With the leash on, I give him choices and we have our own system to where he can opt out of anything he doesn't like or feel 100% comfortable with. We're bringing this up because with the leash, he likes to be either carried on my hip or he follows me on all fours at my heels. We know that the bigger our little bear cub grows, the harder this will be. But, we're curious as to the safety of it, and also the harness. It's a half harness, but we just want to make sure we're doing everything as safely as we can."
Dr. Gates seems shocked at first which makes me flinch slightly, but then she goes back to a neutral look as she starts to speak.
"Thank you Roman for that very well put together explanation. Most of my clients cannot formulate such sentences when it comes to bedroom talk. Now. As for the leash. I'm a little weary of letting you crawl around on the floor much longer. That could bring about more pain and possibly send you into early labor if pushed too far. But, the harness should be completely fine. That's not an issue. Maybe, if you could, just walking upright on the leash would be better for both you and baby. That way, Roman can still be in control when wanted, but you're not putting your body under too much unnecessary stress. Does that sound good?"
"That sounds like a pretty fair compromise, huh Deano?" He lifts my chin and locks eyes with me.
"Y-yesss, Romie. Sounds good." He smiles at me. Then, Dr. Gates speaks again.
"Alright, lets check on baby. Shall we?" Ro and I both nod as she wheel's in the ultrasound cart.
We hear the familiar whoosh of our baby's strong as steel heartbeat. Still, it never fails to make me tear up. Ro leans down to my ear. "You hear that, Sweet? We made that. You and I. Daddy's so proud of his baby and his little bear cub. Doing so well. Love you babe."
Then, he slides his hands down my shoulders and over my extremely sensitive nipples (to which I hiss in response) and further down until those big, strong, broad, hands are encasing my bump once again. This time I can't help it. I groan and push his hands away. I've never reacted to Ro like that. Literally, never.
He's back in my ear suddenly. "You're going to explain yourself when we get home, little one. You've never flinched away from me." He growls from deep in his belly, but low enough that Dr. Gates is still none the wiser.
"Alright gentlemen, everything looks good! Baby's growing exactly how they should! Hopefully, at your next month's appointment, baby will show me what gender they are so I can share that with you. They're being a little shy right now." She chuckles.
A few minutes and stacks of reading material later, Ro and I are back in the car on the way home. He stays silent as he buckles me into the passenger side and kisses my forehead. Once he's settled in the driver's side, he grabs my hand to hold on the drive, still eerily silent.
Upon entering the driveway a mere 15 minutes later, Ro gets out of the car and comes around my side; opening my door and helping me out by my hands. Then, he puts me up on his hip and carries me back into the house; depositing me onto the faux leather couch in the living room.
"Your ass better be naked and presenting that slutty little hole to me by the time I come back. You hear me?" His no-nonsense voice and glacial stare goad me into a stuttered, "y-yess-s Daddy" as I scramble to do as told.
Quickly shedding my 'big Dean' outfit of the day, I slide down the couch until my hips are level with the ends of the cushion. Then I prop my feet on the coffee table in front of me and open them as wide as I can; using my right hand to hold my cock out of the way as my left spreads my cheeks and exposes my hole to the slight chill of the afternoon air floating through the house.
Daddy comes back in the house and hangs his coat and hat up on the rack before he takes in my appearance. "Mmm. Good job, Sweet. Now Daddy's going to play a game with his sweet boy. You want to play a game, love?"
I know he's being a bit condescending, but my lust-rattled brain can no longer comprehend sarcasm, so I eagerly nod my head.
"Alright, Sweet. The game is this: Daddy's going to fill you up with the biggest plug we have. Now, I know we haven't tried it out yet, but I think my sweet little love can handle it. Once you're plugged, Daddy will administer 10 spanks for your sour attitude and pushing me away earlier. If you make it through all 10 spanks without cumming, Daddy will get you off. If you do not make it, you will stay plugged for as long as I decide, but Daddy will handcuff you so you can't relieve that pretty, little cock of yours. Doesn't that sound like fun, love?
"N-noooooo. No Daddyyyyyy. Please don't spank me."
Oh fuck I'm in so much trouble.