“No questions,” Forrester said.
Then he got onto the bed and fastened a restraint around each of Elle’s ankles and wrists. They were solid and held her firmly, but were also comfortable and well made. Each restraint was attached to a gold chain which Forrester wrapped around each of the four posts of the bed frame. When he was done, Elle was chained up, stretched out spreadeagled on the bed, completely at his mercy.
“Forrester,” she whispered, “what are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart, long and hard and slow.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“But there’s more to it than just that,” Forrester said.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s something else I want to do to you.”
“What more could you possibly do than this?” Elle said, pulling her limbs in their restraints and testing them.
“Well,” Forrester said, “I’m going to fuck you without a condom.”
“What?”
“I want you to give me a child, Elle.”
“What? Forrester? What are you talking about?”
“I know it’s crazy,” Forrester said. “We just met. You hardly know me.”
“It is crazy,” Elle said, her mind swirling with a million thoughts.
She wasn’t ready to be a mother. She wasn’t even married. She had no home, no money, she didn’t even own her own car. No. She was barely able to take care of herself. How on earth would she be able to take care of a child and give it the life it deserved?
“Forget I said it,” Forrester said, climbing down onto the bed. Elle saw that he was naked now, his enormous, bare cock pointing at her vagina like a rocket about to take off.
She imagined what it would feel like for that naked cock to slide into her *, and pump it’s sticky seed inside her body. Just the thought of it made her heart pound.
“Wait,” she said, surprising herself that she’d said anything.
“What?”
“Are you sure?” she said, looking into his eyes.
His ripe cock touched, ever so gently, the lips of her *. She arched her back to try and reach up to it. She wanted it inside her.
“I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life, Elle. I want a child, and I want it with you. Will you give it to me? Will you give that gift to me?”
Elle could hardly believe what she was hearing. Did this really happen? Did guys like Forrester really say to girls that they wanted them to give them a baby?
It must exist, she thought, because he was right above her, his naked cock touching, toying, with her * lips.
“All right,” she said. “If you swear you’ll never leave me, if you swear you’ll always be there for me and the child, we can try this.”
Forrester’s eyes lit up as if he’d just been told the best news in the world.
“Really?” he gasped.
“Really, Forrester. Let’s do it.”
And with that, Forrester’s mouth descended on hers in a crescendo of passionate kisses. His mouth drank her up. His eyes locked onto hers and pierced into her soul. And as he lowered the enormous weight of his powerful body down onto her smaller frame, his cock began to slide into her expectant *. He moved on her with a hunger, a passion, that was frightening. This was Forrester, a man, about to do the one thing that would matter most in his life. He was about to try and become a father.
She shut her eyes and focused every bit of her mind on the sensation of it. His raw, naked cock was inside her. She’d never been in this position before. She’d never been so exposed, so vulnerable, so totally surrendered to the power of a man. Never, in all the years she’d spent with Gris, had they made love without a condom. That was one thing Gris had been certain of. He didn’t want her getting pregnant.
Forrester was different. He actually wanted a child, and he wanted it with her. In other circumstances, what Forrester had asked of her would have certainly scared her off. She knew it would have set all sorts of alarm bells ringing. But with him, it didn’t. He was a man of certainty. He knew what he wanted. He knew where his heart and soul lay. She knew instinctively that if he said he wanted her to be the mother of his baby, he meant it, and he had good reasons for asking it of her.
“I love you, Elle,” he whispered, and the words electrified her.
She felt pleasure build and build, deep in the very core of her body, and as it grew and grew, she struggled against the chains Forrester had used to tie her down. She felt like she was losing control. The pleasure was so intense she wanted to scream.
Forrester had her at his mercy, and was thrusting himself deep into her, then pulling all the way back out, before repeating the motion. The effect on Elle was so overpowering she was afraid she was going to faint.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Forrester.”