***Shout out to Stingerette1975 for being the first and only commenter on my last 3 chapters. You da real MVP, babe.
Also, the spanking mentioned in this chapter, still isn't Ro's hardest like De is used to taking. Don't think I forgot that quickly that they need to slow down. LOL!***
3 weeks. 3 long weeks. That's how long it's been since Ro and I have had any intimacy. We haven't even cuddled in about that long. He's been working throughout my pregnancy and it seems like that's all that consumes his mind when he is home. He continues to avoid any conversation about us, too. He comes back from Europe today, and I'm not even anywhere near excited to see him. I'm currently sat in baby girl's nursery trying not to let me emotions get the best of me, but I realize I've lost that battle when I have to wipe a tear from my cheek. I hear Ro's keys jingle in the lock of our front door, and I hesitate for a split second before deciding not to greet him at the door. That hurts me even more.
"Dean?" His voice rings loud in the silence of our home. I don't answer.
"Deano?" My nickname. I still don't answer him. Instead, I go to leave the nursery and retreat to our bedroom, but as soon as I open the nursery door, there stands Ro.
"Babe? Are you crying? What's wrong?" He sounds more nosy than sincere.
"Nothin', Ro. Jus' gonna go to bed." I say, slipping past him and thinking he would leave it be and not follow me. I was wrong this time.
"Tell me what's wrong, beautiful. You're scaring me. I thought I'd come home to happy Deano that wants to see me?" There it is. The selfish reason he's "interested" in my distress.
"I'm not doing this with you tonight, Ro. I need to get some rest. Dinner is in the fridge if you're hungry."
I turn my back to continue my retreat to the bedroom, but I'm stopped dead in my tracks when Ro grabs my arm. He's never put a hand on me that didn't lead to an explosive, mind-blowing orgasm.
"Let. Me. Go. Roman." I spit through clenched teeth and his arm tightens a bit.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong. I come home from a week-long Europe trip expecting my boyfriend to want to see me and maybe get a little lucky and all I find is you crying and not wanting to talk to me! What the fuck have I done? I've been gone, Dean!"
I rip my arm from his grip. "I told you I'm not doing this with you tonight. You don't really care about my emotions anyway. We never talk anymore, you haven't cuddled me in almost 3 weeks. Oh, and you thought you'd get lucky, Ro? It's been almost a month since you've even had the slightest interest in bedding me. Don't give me that fake concern. I'm going to bed." I stomp away from him and slam the bedroom door; locking it behind me.
When I wake up the next morning, I find Ro already dressed and sitting up on the couch watching TV.
"Mornin'. I made coffee." He says.
I say nothing and retreat to the kitchen to be somewhat alone with my thoughts. That doesn't work out for long.
"Okay, we're doing this. Right here and right now. What is your problem?" He slams his empty coffee mug down on the island in the kitchen.
"My problem? My problem, Roman, is that I'm with a man who doesn't want me or this child anymore. But, you don't have the balls to say it to my face. Like I said last night, we never talk anymore, we never cuddle, we haven't fucked in almost a whole fucking month! I'm doing this alone right now and I'm getting tired of it." I throw my half drank coffee in the sink and head upstairs, determined to get out of the house.
"Where are you going now?" He screams from the bottom of the steps.
"Why? It's not like you give a flying fuck anymore about what I do?!" I scream back, packing my suitcase.
As I come back down the stairs, suitcase in hand, he stands in front of the door; blocking my path.
"You're not leaving."
"Yes, I am. We're not going to solve anything screaming like this. I'm going somewhere else for a day or two. Now, move Ro."
After a few minutes of more screaming, he finally gives in and moves from the door.
Once I get me and my stuff in my car, I completely break down. Why is this all happening now? I need Ro the most right now, but he can't even stand to look at me. I can't look at him right now, either, to be completely honest. With that thought as my motivation, I pull out of the driveway and just drive. I don't know where to, yet, though.
- The next day -
I end up at the closest hotel. Ro has been blowing up my phone all night. I'm currently laid up in the bed, uncomfy as it is. My hands interlaced over my growing bump.
I decide to pick up my cell and go through Ro's messages.
R: Baby please come home. We can fix this. Whatever this is.
R: Babyyyyy. I love you! Please call me.
R: Alright, Little one. Startin' to piss Daddy off now. Answer me.
R: You're getting a spanking when you get home. You understand me?
Those last two messages stir something deep in my belly, but I fight to listen to it. Ro isn't going to bait me in by using my favorite weakness. He knows I secretly love his spankings. Aww fuck! My cock starts to stir. Seemingly on autopilot, I immediately begin to pack my stuff back up and proceed downstairs to check out. I tell the concierge to keep the change that I've thrown on the desk as a tip. My mind is on one track and one track only. 'Get home to Ro. He'll make it all better.'
As soon as I enter the front door, Ro is standing there with his arms crossed. His eyes blazing with a fire that not only means I'm in for it, but also means that the subsequent sex after the punishment is going to be SO worth it. I drop my suitcase where I stand as Daddy Ro beckons me to him with one finger and then points down to the spot where he wants me to stand. I obey as quickly as my feet would carry me. My next instruction is a verbal one.
"Take my belt off. You don't get the paddle today. That one's your favorite. You like it too much." Keeping eye contact with Ro, I undo his belt and slide it from the loops of Ro's jeans.
Then, he holds his hands out, his palms facing up and I place the belt there. Then, he spins his finger in a circle which makes my legs into jelly as I spin around in place so my back is facing Ro and he rips my sweats down into a pool at my feet. He cracks the belt against the air once, before running the leather down my spine.
"You get 10 for running off on me like that. What's your safeword, babe?"
"O-ohio, Sir."
WHACK! The first hit stings the meat of my ass but it's a good sting.
"Don't tense up, babe. You know that only makes this worse."
I force my body to relax. "Sorry, Sir."
Tears of relief stream down my face by the 10th hit. I'm feeling thoroughly fucked and he has barely touched me. Precum starts leaking from my cock in streams against the front door. Finally, the 10th hit comes and so do I with a loud "Thank you, Daddy!" before I clench my bottom lip between my teeth and my body trembles through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Then, Daddy ties his belt around my neck like a makeshift collar and uses it to guide me over to the couch. Once there, he sits down and then gently yanks the extra leather of the belt, urging me onto his lap.
"Now, what was all of this about, little one? Talk to me." This time he sounds sincere and I just let it all go. I tell him how I feel like he doesn't want me anymore, how he's always working and I feel like he'll miss baby girl being born, etc. I literally spill everything to him.
"Okay. Thank you for talking to me, Sweet. Daddy promises to do better. Starting right this second. We're going to go upstairs. Daddy will carry his sweet boy. Then, Daddy's gonna run us a nice warm bath. Daddy will wash his baby all clean and you can help Daddy clean up if you'd like. After that, we'll get dressed up and I'm going to take you on a real nice date. We'll go to that restaurant you love. Then, Daddy's gonna bring you home and work you over with this cock. Gonna take my time on my sweet boy. Make you cum until the early hours of the morning. Mmm. That sounds nice, huh?
I squirm in want and absolute need in his lap. I feel his interested cock twitch under me. "Oh yes, Daddy. That sounds very nice. Thank you. C'n we go take our bath now? Please?"
He lifts me up and props me on his hip. "Of course, babe. Let's go take a bath."
Once we've stripped off and are in the bath, Ro immediately soaps up a rag and proceeds to gently rub me down. He starts on my face and neck. My breath catches as he swipes over my nipples and he smirks up at me but says nothing as he goes further down to my baby bump. He swipes the rag gently over both sides of my pelvis, completely missing my cock. I whimper.
"No, sweet. Daddy will play with you later. Remember?" I whimper again but he proceeds to wash my legs and feet. Then I sit up and he does the same thing, taking the opposite path and starting with my feet and legs. I full out moan when the rough material of the rag presses lightly against my quivering entrance. It's not there long enough for much pleasure but, damn, it felt good. Then, Daddy finishes my back and shoulders and washes my hair.
Once he's done with me, I turn around to face him. "My turn! I help Daddy now, right?
"Yes, Sweet. You can help Daddy." We proceed to finish our bath and cuddle up together until the water turns cool.
"Does my sweet baby wanna wear your harness or your collar on our date?" He asks as he's rifling through drawers picking out our date night outfits.
"Can I Daddy? I'd like both please."
"Good boy, Deano. Using nice words. Yes, you may have both. Come come. I'll put them on you."
I hurry to stand where Daddy is and turn to face my back towards him so he can assemble the harness and collar.
"Such an eager little one today. Daddy loves it." He says and I gasp as the breast strap of the harness is secured over my nipples.
Then, the collar. When Daddy first secures it, it's at the tightness I usually need it at. But, I want to push my limits a bit tonight so I speak up.
"Daddy?" I catch his attention from where he had turned to get dressed.
"Yes, love?" He quirks an eyebrow at me.
"Can you tighten the collar just a bit? Wanna be your good boy and go down real hard for you later. The collar will help me get there."
"Oh, sweet. Always wanting to please your Daddy, huh? Yes, I will tighten it. But, not too much. You know we have to be extra careful right now." He proceeds to tighten the collar to the next hole and my body visibly relaxes.
"Perfect. Thank you, Daddy.
"You're welcome, babe. Now get dressed, I made us reservations when you weren't looking." He winks at me and I dress in the royal blue dress shirt and black dress pants he had laid out for me. The pants are a little snug on my hips and butt, but Daddy likes them that way. It means my body is growing for baby girl.
Once I'm dressed and fixing my hair, Daddy comes up behind me in front of our full length mirror and takes hold of my hips; pulling them back into his own and I feel his cock hanging heavy in his own dress pants. He growls in my ear before he starts to speak.
"Mmm. Lookin' extra sexy tonight, boo. My baby is more than a snack. You're a whole fucking meal that I plan to thoroughly enjoy later." He grabs an ass cheek. "You better be ready, babe. I'm gonna ravage you tonight. Take you down piece by piece."
Then, he places a sloppy kiss to my cheek and walks away like nothing happened. Damn it, I knew I should've put my cock ring on too.