Page 34 of Beastly Mr. Buchanan
It may make me a coward, but I’ll quietly let her stay as long as she’s comfortable and hope she gets pregnant.
Which means I need to bump up my plans.
After slowly pulling out and watching my seed leaks from her plump, swollen pussy, I clean us both with damp washcloths and tuck her under the blankets before plodding naked down the hall.
Our mostly eaten feast still sits out on the coffee table, but I stride past to my home office and unlock the false bottom drawer in my desk.I grab three boxes of the lookalike placebo birth control pills I special ordered the other night when I searched Karey’s purchase history, close and lock the drawer, and sneak into the master bathroom.
I didn’t expect to use them so soon, but now that I know she’s never been with any other man besides me, I’ll make sure any baby growing in her belly will be mine.After searching through her purse and finding the real pills in a small side zippered pocket, I pop out enough placebo pills to match her current day, then swap the sleeve onto the lookalike container and zip it into the pocket.
She purchases a three month supply, so when I don’t find more in her purse, I move to her work bag.
I find a small cloth drawstring sack at the bottom with the other two months’ worth of birth control pills, but I pause at the unexpected bottle with them.Unfamiliar with the name, I hide a single pill behind the box of bandages in the medicine cabinet before I memorize everything on the bottle and swap in the placebos.
After closing her bag, flushing the undesired pills, and burying the packaging in the trash, I stand beside the bed and study her as she sleeps.A normal person would probably feel guilt for sabotaging their lover’s prescriptions, but I need Karey by my side forever.
My grandmother may offer me a cold look, but so long as it gets the job done, she will understand.
Karey whimpers and shifts.Her hands roam over the blankets.
She’s looking for me.
Despite the part of me screaming to sleep in the chair so my nightmares can’t harm her, I slip under the covers and gather her to me.
My ear throbs in remembered pain from her pinches.She tamed my beast.I stopped before I hurt her, but hopefully she learned not to wake me when my father plagues my dreams.
Her breasts pillow against my torso, and her pussy rests against my hip as she snuggles closer.I breathe her in and marvel at how perfectly she fits against me.
As I drift asleep, the term wedded and bedded flits through my thoughts.A smile tugs at my lips.Bedded first, then wedded.Karey and I will be tied together forever once she’s pregnant with my child, then I’ll marry her and keep her happy and pampered for the rest of our lives.
I wake with handfuls of soft, willing woman and a cock made of steel.Despite how hard I rode her yesterday, Karey takes the lead and explores me as no woman ever has before.She steals my breath and captures my soul.I give her everything.
She holds nothing back.
We find our pleasure with our bodies locked together in bliss.
She resists when I try to clean her up, so I lift her off the bed and carry her into the bathroom.We share the most erotic shower in all of humankind.
At breakfast, her shyness returns, but I coax the vixen out with playful teasing.Not once do we mention our past or the future.
We fall into a routine; spend our mornings together, part ways for work, then get lost in each other at night.Days pass.Neither of us brings up heavy topics for fear of upsetting our precarious balance.
A week goes by.Two weeks.
They’re the happiest days of my life.The only thing that could make them better would be to have Karey by my side all day long.
Working hours morph into torturous time apart.We text and call each other like lovesick teenagers.
Karey’s weekends tend to be busier than weekdays, so I adjust my schedule to have more free time in the middle of the week to spend with her.
Another week rolls by, but when I announce an outing, Karey requests a chill day at the apartment, so I order food and change back into sweats.She emerges from a solo shower flushed and braless in a long maxi dress, but fatigue droops her shoulders and lowers her awareness, so I settle her on the couch beside me and warn my cock to behave.
She slowly relaxes.I pamper her with different beverages and foods, and she shows her investment in the TV drama with snide comments and laughter.
Her phone buzzes on the coffee table.She groans before reaching for it.
Her entire countenance changes when she reads the contact information.Concern flows through me as she curls in on herself.When she looks up, the bright, confident woman of mere moments ago is replaced by an uncertain, vulnerable girl.
“Excuse me for a few minutes,” she says before rising and stepping out onto the balcony.
