Anne's Courage [Le Club 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels

feigning a huge groan as though she weighed a ton.
    She giggled. “I know you’re stronger than that! Stop your groaning and complaining.” She snuggled into his broad chest and asked impishly, “Can we play?” Calleigh had found that the hormones running rampant in her system since she had become pregnant made her desperately horny. She had also found that she needed to cajole Jason into making love as he was extremely concerned that she not injure herself or the baby with too much boisterous sex, as if there could be “too much” boisterous sex. And she had really been boisterous lately. She could hardly keep her legs closed. It was really rather embarrassing.
     
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    “Only if you behave yourself and act like a lady,” he said sternly, grinning to himself. She’s really amazing. Most women eight months along are overweight, grumpy, have swollen ankles, and want to kill their husbands .
    “Are you going to make my little nest?” she asked as he got up to get the extra pillows from the armoire. He had gotten this down to a science and had a routine that made him more comfortable having sex with his very pregnant wife. He arranged the pillows so that her belly was cushioned in a little circular nest and her very spectacular bottom was up in the air just where he liked it.
    Jason had first been attracted to Calleigh when they had worked on the architectural plans for the club, although she had not known it was to be a BDSM sex club at the time. Her JLo ass had been the first thing he had noticed about her...and the last thing....and the middle thing. He had to admit it, he was an ass man, and hers was just fabulous, full and heart shaped, tapering into her long, elegant back. “You know I am. I wouldn’t want to take any unnecessary chances. Besides, you know I love having your beautiful ass in the air. It’s my favorite position.”
    “Duh...no, I didn’t know that.” She grinned saucily. She fingered the pink pavé diamond heart on the white gold slave collar. She wore it in the upside down position on the collar since it resembling her lush bottom, and was their private signal that she was “in the mood.”
     
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    After Jason had gotten the belly nest just the way he wanted it and Calleigh, naked and eager, situated in just the perfect position, he sighed dramatically and said, “Okay, slave, are you ready to confess your evil deeds? Or do I have to torture you to get a confession?”
    “Oh, Master, please don’t torture me,” she begged piteously. They had this scene down pat as it gave Jason the opportunity to play with her to his heart’s content, stringing out the foreplay until they were both delirious with need. One or two good orgasms, for which she really had to work, usually satisfied her. He couldn’t wait until they could resume their usual sexual routines without health and safety concerns. He thankfully had the benefit of a clear head, free of rampaging sex hormones, and was determined to keep control of the situation.
    He knelt down at the foot of the bed between her widely spread legs and delicately began to stroke her pussy with his tongue, delving between the rosy lips to find the throbbing clit hidden at the top of her cleft. He stroked and nibbled her as she moaned with need. She spread her legs as wide as she could to allow him complete access. He drove his tongue into her passage as she began to writhe. “Be still, slave, or I will be forced to restrain you,” he threatened. He knew she loved his deep, steely Dom voice. He administered the little stinging slap to her bottom that was guaranteed to bring her right to the edge, and then he backed off, letting her orgasm slip away. He let her rest a moment as she breathed heavily and then began to bring her desire back up to a boil with the lightest caress of his talented fingers on her moist pussy. He circled her aching clit with his fingers, never quite touching the place where she most wanted him to touch