Chapter 21
"I've found a few possible candidates, one in the New Zealand, one in Poland, and one in Chile. All very nice places to live, very scenic, now I just have to find which one has the highest job rate for the field that I'm in."
"Okay, sounds good." I have no idea where any of these places are, but I'm guessing they are far away.
"Yeah, and in some of them you'll have freedom there. You won't be persecuted for your gender in Zew Zealand or Poland, you would in Chile though. It all depends on where I find a job first."
"Ok," the thought of me having freedom is something completely new. I was "free" at one point yes, but I was never truly free. I was always looking around the corner, making sure that no one was there, living in fear, hoping I wasn't caught. That's not freedom, but that's as far as you get being free as a woman. Better than what others had.
"Adley, are you listening to me?" I snap back to reality, back to Brea to see what he wants. "It's that time again, I need you to pee on this stick so I can mail the result back to them."
"Okay," I take the stick and go to the bathroom. I do my business and then wait for the response with no worries, if it's like the last two times, it will be negative. I'm just hoping my monthly cramps treat me nicer when I get my period.
"When can I check on this thing?" I ask Brea.
He looks at his watch, "In about three minutes, don't worry about it Adley, just leave it go."
"I know, it's just always good to check."
"Suit yourself, you have three minutes."
"Okay," I say and turn to walk away. "I'm going to go watch TV." I saunter downstairs and turn on the TV. I'm learning more how to use it now. It helps to distract me from my problems and worries. I wait and watch a few shows, then when I get bored I wonder over to where Brea is. He's getting ready for work. Fixing a belt on his pants so they don't fall down, I remember a couple times when he's used it on me, not too hard, not to punish me but to instill pleasure in me I didn't even know I could feel.
His arms reach for his buttoned shirt and almost grasps it, but I smack his hand, I don't want him to leave me, it's inevitable, but before he does I need something from him.
"What was that for?" he asks me but he already knows the answer. He stares into my eyes and I see the same feeling of lust reflected back in his. I gingerly step forward, closing the gap between us I place a small kiss on his lips and retreat to see his reaction.
He looks at me like he's torn between something. I give him a questioning look and he reads right through me. "Damn it Adley, I really have to get to work."
"I know, but just a quickie won't hurt will it?"
"I guess we'll find out," he says and picks me up. I squeal in his arms as he rushes me over to the bed, tossing me on it and jumping on top of me. He makes short work of ripping off my clothes, then undoes his belt and his pants.
"You've been a bad girl Adley, very bad. You need to be punished." He stands in front of me, and I can see it, the man I love wanting to dominate me, and although it hurts I don't mind fulfilling this small fantasy of his. I can tolerate his spankings more now than what I could after we had a talk about it."
"Get off the bed and bend over it," he says and I do as I'm told. Turning so my backside is facing him he grabs the base of my neck lightly and pushes it down so my face rests on the bed.
"Arms behind your back," he says and I do as I'm told. He produces a small rope from his closet, the one he always keeps in there, and ties my hands with it.
"What should I hit you with Adley? My hand, or my belt?"
"Belt," I squeak, it will hurt more, but he likes it better."
"And should I give you some pleasure while doing so?"
"No sir," I say, completely submissive.
"I think you deserve a little reward for being so cooperative. Here, let's do something to make you squirm." He walks over to his dresser and retrieves his toys. A butt plug and a small penetration toy that are two balls attached together. Kegal balls he called them.
"Stay still Adley," he says, he applies lube to the plug and inserts it first, it's a little big, and it hurts, but it's more for his pleasure not mine. He know's I don't really like butt plugs or anything that goes in there, but he will use them from time to time. It's the kegal balls I like. They aren't too big and I can feel them moving inside me, they make him spanking me more pleasurable.
Brea lays the balls aside for a moment and examines me, deciding he needs me wetter he licks his finger and inserts it inside me, curling it forward like he know's I love. There's no need for me to even tell him, he just know's. My breathing increases and becomes more shallow as he continues. My eyes are shut and after a while I feel my release approaching, and so does Brea because he stops. He always knows how to make me suffer.
"Not yet Adley," he says pulling out his fingers and placing the kegal balls inside my wet center. I'm caught in the feeling of it all, unintentionally flexing and clenching around them I don't even remember what's happening until I feel the first bite of the belt on my bottom. I'm so surprised that I squeal and Brea smiles.
He rubs my backside then smacks me again, this time I'm more prepared for it. Alternating from left to right, then in the middle he massages me between blows. The balls lurch forward inside of me as the plug stretches me, it's a unique feeling that I'm not sure I like. Brea hits me twelve times before ripping out the toys and shoving himself in place of the kegal balls.
He gives me a second to adjust and then slams into me again and again, setting a fast hard pace. I'm still bent over the bed and my hands still tied, I find it hard to hold on to something, anything. Sensing my alarm, Brea fumbles with the ropes binding me, untying the knot and freeing my arms so that I am free to stretch them out across the bed. He bends over me, his chest to my back and pounds slower but harder into me, pressing deeper into me, hitting a spot I didn't even know I had. My hands clench the sheets, my breathing increases, I'm close. Brea knows and speeds up the pace, he can feel me beginning to flex around him. His thrusts bring me to the edge and I collapse around him, crying out as I come it sends him over the edge as well. He pumps a few more times then spills his release inside of me, finishing and panting over top of me I know I've made his day better before he goes to work.
Standing and putting his shirt back on he dresses himself. "Sorry I would lay and cuddle with you but I do have a job to keep unfortunately," he tells me as he pulls up his pants.
"It's okay, I know you have to go," I answer. "I'll find something to do while you're gone."
"Yeah what do you usually do while I'm gone? I've always wondered."
"I usually just sit around and wait for you to come home. I'll watch tv, look for food to eat for lunch, look at some of the covers of the books you have."
"Don't you ever read them?"
"I don't know how to read." He looks at me in astonishment, as if he doesn't know what he is hearing.
"You don't know how to read? How do you survive? I can't physically go one day without reading. I mean it is my job to read, but there are words everywhere, there are directions that need reviewed for cooking and signs that are put there for your safety, you don't know what any of that means?"
I shake my head, no one ever taught me, who was going to? Elodie couldn't read, my mother couldn't, at least I don't think so. I was too young when she was taken back. I don't know of anyone that would have been able to teach me how to read. I've always been curious, but never enough to ask someone to teach me.
"Well I'm' going to teach you how, this is an important skill that you need to know in order to live. We'll start tonight."
"Okay," I say. I'm not so keen on this idea, but if Brea says that it is necessary I guess there is not going to be an argument about it. I live in his house, under his roof, if I need to know how to read to keep him happy then so be it.
"I'll be late, I'm stopping by to get some books to help you that way you can work on it while I work as well. It will take a while, but it's something that will better your life."
"Okay."
"I need to go to work, I'm running late, I'm sorry you'll have to find your own breakfast. See you tonight baby," he says giving me a kiss on the lips before stepping out of the door and closing it behind him. For the next long hours, I am alone.
I rummage through the fridge and eat a few pieces of fruit for breakfast, then walk over to the tv and watch it for a few hours. Pondering how he is going to teach me to read, I wait for his return. I take a nap, make lunch and wait. The day seems to drag on forever until the door finally opens and Brea steps inside with a briefcase in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. He walks down the hall into the kitchen and places the items on the counter, looking at me he nods hello and I close the distance between us.
"I brought you some things to help you learn how to read," he says gesturing to the bag. "We can take a look at them after dinner."
"Okay, sounds good, what's for dinner? I'm starving."
"Hmm, let's see, how about some spaghetti and meatballs?"
"With garlic toast?"
"Oh of course, can't forget the garlic toast. How about I get the hamburger out and you can roll them into balls while I make the noodles?"
"Sounds good," I say. He gets out a chopping board and a bowl of hamburger, it's cold as I pick up pieces of it and roll them into almost perfect spheres. "How many do you want me to do?" I ask.
"Just use the whole bowl up, we can make enough for leftovers so that you can heat it up for lunch." I take the meat, roll it into balls, it's a big bowl of hamburger, but I finish it all and then Brea seasons them and puts them in the oven. He already has the pasta boiling and now he is getting the bread ready, seasoning the toast with butter and garlic and god knows what else that smells heavenly.
We prepare the dinner together, not speaking but working as a team. It's these moments I like the most, I don't have to ask and he doesn't have to tell me what to do.
"So how was your day?" I ask him when we're finally sitting down to eat. He holds up a finger, signaling for me to wait a minute until he finishes chewing his food.
"It was alright, work is work. How was yours?"
"It was okay, just boring, there's not a whole lot to do here. Watched tv, ate food, walked around, the normal stuff."
"I see, well hopefully I can teach you how to start reading, that will give you something to do while I'm gone."
"Certainly," I say turning my attention back to the spaghetti. We eat the rest of dinner, focusing on what's on our plate instead of each other. When we're done he washes up the dishes and turns his attention to me.
"So, where should we start, I guess I should teach you the letters first, let me fetch that book."
"Okay," I say. I really have no interest in learning this, but if it makes him happy I will. He finds a book, he calls it the "Alphabet book," and opens it to the first page.
"The alphabet is a string of letters that form words. All of them make different sounds, all of which you know, you just don't know the symbols. We'll look through this book and I'll show you."
He spends the next hour teaching me until I know every letter and the sound and am able to repeat it back to him. "You're doing good," he coaxes. "So good I think you deserve a little bit of reward." He leans forward and places a kiss on my forehead. "What do you think Adley?"
"I think it's a good idea, help me get rid of this headache."
"Oh no worries, I will. Come, let's go upstairs." He grabs my hand and pulls me out of my chair, leading me to the stairs and pushing me into the wall with a hard kiss. It's full of passion and lust. His hands trace lightly down my back and cup my bottom. He grabs my thighs and lifts me up so I'm straddling his torso, pinning me between him and the wall, I could never be more stuck.
My hands weave in his hair as he pushes me harder into the wall, deepening his kiss. As quickly as he picked me up, he changes his stance, tightening his grip on me he turns and starts up the stairs. He slams me into the wall when he reaches the top of them, kissing me for a moment before setting me down and taking his belt off, letting his pants fall to the floor.
I grab for his shirt, ripping it off of him in a hurried manner, just in time for him to release himself from his boxers. He stands in front of me, completely naked and aroused, his full length showing already. His breathing is changed, intaking more oxygen, I know he wants it now. Giving me a lustful look he picks me back up and carries me to his room, throwing me on the bed.
"Let's get you out of those clothes," he whispers. I'm not wearing much, it's warm in his house, so I just have on a pair of shorts and a small tank top. Brea keeps the house incredibly warm, though I imagine it's warm outside as well, it's summer, or at least late spring. It's not too cold in winter or anything, but there is still a difference in climates between the seasons.
Brea makes short work of removing my clothes, he warms me up with his tongue. It's not long before I'm screaming in ecstasy and Brea's shoving himself inside of me. He gives me a second to adjust before slamming into me again, and again. He makes quick work of me, making me tremble once more before he spills himself inside me. I'm still shaking as he pulls out of me, I feel empty inside as he climbs off of me and makes his way to the bathroom to clean himself up.
"Can you bring me some toilet paper then?" I call out to him. I hear him rustling around, but he doesn't answer me. "Brea? Did you hear me?"
"Yeah," he says, and I hear him tear me a piece off of the roll. He comes out of the bathroom holding my toilet paper, and the test that he asked me to take this morning. He looks at it with a scowl on his face, as if he doesn't understand.
"What is it?" I ask, he looks at me in fear, and then looks back at the test, then at me again. I get off the bed and make my way to him, he stands there frozen. He slowly turns the test to me, there are two lines in the message area instead of one, this isn't happening, this is a dream, this has to be a dream.
I'm pregnant.