“Play with daddy’s balls,” he sank his hands into her hair. “They are your toys, baby.”
She fondled his balls, then squeezed them as she kept sucking.
“Yes, yes, that’s my girl,” he grunted. “I’m changing my mind,” he yanked himself out of her mouth. “I’m going to paint your body with my cum. You deserved to be bathed with my cream.”
He pointed his hard, glistening cock at her chest, stroking himself so fast. “I am going to color you with my cream,” he groaned and started spraying his cream on her chest. “Tell me you want it!” he groaned. Tell me…tell me!”
“Yes, master,” she gasped in delight, spreading his cum over her chest with her hand. “I want it. Color me with your cum.”
“Tell daddy you like being bathed with his cream,” he gasped as more cum sipped out from his cock onto her chest.
“Thank you, daddy,” she husked with lust. “For bathing me with your cream, I love it.”
“Damn,” he said gruffly. “Damn, slut, you are so beautiful with my cream splashed over your body.” He gave her a look of affection and lust, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I own you. Your body is mine,” he purred. “No matter who you are married to.”
“Yes, master.” She said deliriously. “I am yours…daddy’s little girl.”
“Stand up,” he commanded.
“Master, please can I come?” she stood up, pleading with him with her eyes.
“No, you can’t come until I say so. That’s your punishment. You thought I forgot.” He slapped her across the face; not too hard and not too soft. But it had the desired effect on her.
“Yes, master, I need the punishment,” she moaned, pressing her legs together. “I was a bad girl.” She was so near. But she knew she had to control herself. She pressed her legs together.
“I need to do some quick paperwork for your father. He wants it early tomorrow morning. Go to your punishment corner and kneel.”
“Ye-, yes, sir.” Her pulse quickened with excitement. She scrambled to the corner and took the position her master wanted.
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“Dinner is ready,” Mrs. Harrison said to Tasha and Tyson who had since returned and was on the bed with his mom. “Come along, Tyson, your mom needs to freshen up.” She turned to Tasha, “our guest is here already, dress up for dinner.”
Okay mom, I will join you soon.” She said to her mother’s back with a wry smile as the older woman left the room, taking Tyson with him.
She got up from the bed and went to brush her teeth and also wash her face. She changed into jeans and a T-shirt and went to meet them downstairs.
After dinner, Mrs. Harrison smiled at her grandson and said, “Tyson darling,”it’s time to have your bath. I’m going to read four chapters of ‘The Spiderman and the Lion’ to you if you get into bed early enough.”
“Yes, grandma,” Tyson stretched his body and stood to give his mom a goodnight kiss. He said good night to Grant, who gave him a fist bump. “Good night little man, sleep tight.” Tyson smiled and said, “I will,” before he ran upstairs.
“Tasha, Grant,” Tasha’s mom called out smoothly and winked secretly at her daughter. “My back aches. Will you both help me stack the dishes into the dishwasher and tidy up the kitchen?”
“Ye-” Grant stole a glance at Tasha. “Yes, ma’am, of course.”
“I’m going to retire into my room,” she said, louder than necessary. “After I read to Tyson, so good night.”
“Good night, Mrs. Harrison,” Grant hid his amusement. “And thanks for dinner.”
“I love your mom,” he said with a low chuckle as Tasha looked on with embarrassment. “She’s so much like my grandmother.” He touched his chest with both hands, “God rest her soul.”
“Huh,” she scoffed.
“We better get to the dishes,” Grant pointed to the direction of the kitchen with a hint of a smile on his face.
Tasha nodded, and they both went into the kitchen.
“Are you okay?” Grant asked when they finished stacking the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen. “I have been studying you all night.”
“I’m okay,” she gave him a tight smile. “I just need to rest, I’m fine.”
“I hope it has nothing to do with you coming back a day earlier than you told me you will return?” He pressed further.
“Not at all,” she walked to the beverage cabinet. “I thought I should just return home after delivering my paper to take some rest before Monday. Why don’t you sit down and I will make a nightcap for us?”
He didn’t press any further, seeing that she wasn’t ready to talk. Instead he said, “okay, that will be fine.” He pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down.
She made spiced chocolate drinks for them. She told him about the conference and the book she was co-authoring with a senior colleague.
Grant left immediately after he finished his drink with a promise to check up on her the following day after work. Tasha locked the door after Grant left and returned to the kitchen. She poured her chocolate drink, which she hadn’t touched at all down the drain.
She couldn’t even put a name on the feelings that had enveloped her mind. She only knew she wasn’t her usual self.
She went upstairs to brush her teeth and put on her pajamas and went downstairs again. Tasha opened a bottle of rose and took it, along with a glass cup, to her bedroom. Her mind
flashed back to the day Blake left her seven years ago…
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FLASH BACK….
Excitement bubbled in Tasha Harrison’s stomach as she looked at the pregnancy test stick again for what seemed to be the umpteenth time since she ran the test a day ago. She smiled at the word on it; pregnant and clutched the stick to her chest.
“Blake is going to be out of his mind with joy when I show him this,” she said to herself and used the tip of her fingers to blurt out the tears of joy from her eyes.
She had been feeling bloated for some days and even when she complained to Blake, he had put it
down to something she ate. He made chicken soup for her and it seemed to calm her. He stayed with her throughout the day before, being Saturday. And none of them ever thought of pregnancy. It wasn’t after he left and she was talking to her friend, Phoebe on the phone that she asked when last she had her menses.
Tasha kept quiet for a long time before she shouted, “oh my God, do you think I am pregnant?”
“Do you feel any dizziness?” Phoebe had asked further.
“Yes,” was Tasha’s answer. “Once in a while.”
“You know what?” Phoebe said excitedly. “I’m coming over right now to your place with pregnancy test kits.”