Tymber Dalton - Pinch Me

Rob grabbed the wastebasket as Laura dry heaved, but she didn’t vomit. He rang for a nurse, who came in and checked on her before leaving again to fetch the doctor.

Thomas was still there, had moved into the corner and now spoke. “I know it’s a bad time to ask for a statement—”

“He’s dead,” she said flatly. “I shot him with a speargun. Multiple times. And a powerhead. Unless the cabin hatch gave way after it sank, he’s still in there. If the powerhead didn’t kill him by the time the boat sank, then he must have drowned.”

He nodded. “Okay. When you’re discharged, call me. I’ll come take your statement.”

Alone again, Rob looked at her. “It’s over.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead as he rested a hand on her stomach. “You’re finally safe. Both of you.”

“I feel like a different person.”

“Well, that’s understandable.”

She shook her head. “No. I mean it. Like there’s these two halves of me that are back together. I had some memories of before, but it was different. Like I was looking at things from an outside perspective without the context. Now I have all the original feelings and memories back, but there’s this new part of me from the attack until now.”

Rob felt a chill run down his spine. He wasn’t sure he liked where this conversation headed. “Is that good or bad?”

She met his eyes and smiled. “Don’t worry, Sir . All of my parts love you.”

He grinned. “You sure have a way of scaring me, you know that?”

“Gotta yank your chain, Fireman.” She winked.

She was back. All of her. Even her voice sounded different. Or, depending on your point of view, she finally sounded normal again. Some might say it was from coughing up seawater, but even how she talked sounded different, not just her voice.

She sounded confident, assured. Her old self.

Rob’s smile grew. “Gonna ring your bell, baby girl.” He leaned in and kissed her again. “Glad to have you back.”

She snuggled tightly against him, his shirt clutched in her fingers as if she was afraid he might leave her.

“I’m glad to be back, Sir.”

Rob was prepared to help Laura through the nightmares he’d expected her to have. Surprisingly, she slept like a rock most nights, rarely waking unless she had to go to the bathroom. Which, as the baby grew, was frequently.

Having her memory back in full was a weird sensation for him. He’d gotten so used to the new Laura, so similar and yet different from his old Laura, that it was an odd adjustment going back.

The doctors assured them it likely wasn’t the blow to the head so much as the emotional stress that brought back the memories. But it was a coinkydink, as Laura said. However it happened, they didn’t care.

She noticed his discomfort. She was five months pregnant, and he was off for forty-eight hours on rotation. He had her feet propped in his lap, rubbing them, watching the original Night of the Living Dead with her. He wore shorts and a T-shirt.

She wore her leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and her wedding ring.

And nothing else.

She cocked her head as she studied him.

“What?” he finally asked.

“You miss her a little, don’t you?”

Rob stared at her. “Huh?”

Laura smiled. “The new me. You miss her.”

“You’re one person.”

“I acted differently though. You and I both know it. I can see it all, looking back. I was a totally different person.”

He shrugged. “I’m glad you’re back to normal.”

“Whatever that is.”

He laughed. “Hey, baby girl, trust me when I say it doesn’t matter how I have you, I do have you. That’s all that matters to me.”

She patted her stomach. “We have the proof of you having me right here, Sir.”

He laughed. Old Laura shared her bawdy side with him, even though she acted professional at work. New Laura had been more reserved in that way. Tentative.

He’d missed her frequent laughter. “I didn’t hear you complaining all the times I had you.”

“Thank you, Sir, may I have another?” Their play had changed as her pregnancy progressed. He was afraid of inadvertently hurting her or the baby, so they’d downshifted to more sensual play, gentler.

And he was happy to do it.

Although he still gave her maintenance spankings, because it broke his heart to see the sadness in her eyes when he’d suggested giving up on those, too. Now, she stood and bent over the bed for those, without putting any pressure on her belly.

He was satisfied it wouldn’t hurt the baby doing it like that, which had been his overwhelming concern.

He put her foot down and grabbed her arm, hauling her into his lap and kissing her. He caressed her belly. “You can have it all you want. Maybe I’ll keep you barefoot and pregnant.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled his ear. “Might put a crimp in our sex life, too many kids running around. Maybe I’ll take you to Doogie’s vet.”

He smiled. “You wouldn’t do that to me, would you, baby girl?”

“No, I don’t suppose I will.” She snuggled against him, her head on his shoulder. New Laura hadn’t been as much of a snuggler as Old Laura. That was one thing he was definitely glad was back to normal. They’d spent hours…before…wrapped together in front of the TV. Not that she had to be glued to him, but it was their personal thing.

And boy, how he’d missed it.

“I missed all of this,” she admitted. “I didn’t realize it then, Sir. I’m sorry.” But she still wore the slightest of frowns.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her. “I’m sorry we didn’t have the wedding you wanted.”

“That’s the least of my worries.” She met his gaze and smiled. “Am I too heavy to carry to bed, Sir?”

He grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He carried her into the bedroom and gently lowered her to the bed. As he stood over her and stripped, he stared down into her loving gaze. So beautiful, and now her eyes were filled with nothing but peace.

No fear.

No worry.

Nothing but their future ahead of them.

Naked, he climbed onto the bed and kissed her before swinging around, positioning his cock over her open mouth. “Come as many times as you want, baby girl.”

He laughed as she grabbed his ass and yanked him down on top of her, her soft moan vibrating through his cock as she happily began sucking his cock.

She spread her thighs wider when he dipped his head to her pussy. Clean-shaven, as ordered, he swiped his tongue down her clit and another, louder moan from her vibrated through him.

He struggled to hold back and get her over first. He’d loved doing this with her before she got pregnant, but even more now because she’d happily discovered she was hornier than ever.

And more sensitive than ever.

It only took him a minute to get the first orgasm out of her. Her fingers dug into his ass, almost painfully, as her back arched.

He inwardly smiled and redoubled his efforts. Two fingers easily slid into her wet cunt as he sucked and licked her clit. Before long, another round of loud, long moans, accompanied by her slick muscles squeezing his fingers inside her pussy, signaled he’d gotten her over again.

He waited until he knew he’d gotten four out of her and her entire body quivered beneath him before he took pity on her. Bracing himself with his arms to keep most his weight off her, he began rocking his hips, setting the tempo and letting her catch up and match his movements with her talented mouth.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his eyes falling shut. “Just like that, baby girl. Suck your Master’s cock.”