Page 63 of Bound to the Daddy

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, running my hands down the smooth expanse of my stomach. Six months of fucking Daddy Rex, and as of now, I’m still not pregnant. I bring my thumb up to my mouth and nibble on the edge of the nail.

It’s the one compromise I was able to get out of the stubborn, domineering man. Not that I would have it any other way. A smile eases across my lips as I turn and stare at my ass. Red lines run across both cheeks. Though they’re a bit faded, the soreness is certainly still there.

“I thought my baby girl was up here getting dressed for the meeting today. And yet, I find her here, staring at my handiwork. Shall I put a bit more color on your cheeks before they get here?”

A soft giggle slips through my lips as I shake my head. “I’d like to be able to sit comfortably if it’s all the same to you.”

The wicked grin he shoots my way makes my heart pound in my chest and arousal gather at my pussy. With long, purposefulstrides, he makes his way over to me and wraps his arm around my waist as he pulls me in closer.

“I felt a bit of distress a few moments ago. Is everything okay?”

I want to lie to him and tell him I’m fine, but with the bond firmly in place, he’ll know it in an instant. As much as I love his punishing hand, I don’t actually want to have him disappointed or upset with me.

My lips turn down into a frown as I pull away from him and lay my hands on my stomach. “I’m still not pregnant.”

“Is that all?” he laughs, turning me around so we both face the mirror. “You’ve only been off your suppressants for six months. Hell, you’ve only just had your second heat. I’m not concerned. Not yet anyway. Besides, I plan on breeding this pretty little pussy every day until my seed finally takes hold. And even then, I’ll still fuck you hard until you finally give birth. Endorphins are good for the baby, after all.”

“How can you be so calm about this? I have to give you an heir. I have to make sure Brody can’t-”

“Shhhh, love,” he murmurs, running his hands over my stomach. “We have all the time in the world to make a baby. Just relax and let nature take its course. If you’re still not pregnant in a year, then we’ll worry. Deal?”

With a soft sigh, I lean back into the strength of his arms. “I suppose I don’t have a choice.”

“You meet with your therapist this afternoon. Maybe this is a good topic of conversation for you two today. Like I said. I’m not worried, but clearly your mind needs a little extra coaxing to be okay with this. I think she’ll be the perfect person to help.”

“And you’re… You’re not…” I trail off, not even wanting to give voice to the words swirling in my head.

“Words, princess. I can certainly pull them out of your mind through the bond, but I want you to talk to me.”

“You’re not mad at me?” I refuse to look at his reflection in the mirror, because then I’d see mine as well.

“You’re going to have to be more specific. What on earth do you think I’m supposed to be mad at you about?”

“Lots of things, really.”

“Name them. Say them out loud so I can either confirm your fears or dispel them outright.”

“Well, for not being pregnant yet, for one.”

“Already answered. I’m not worried about your lack of pregnancy. Let’s say the worst-case scenario did happen and you can’t conceive. I have no problem with unconventional methods. Remember, sweet girl, I have enough money to make most problems nonexistent. If I have to have you pleasure me until I fill a cup with my cum so they can fertilize you that way, done. If we have to implant a baby into a surrogate. Done. None of this changes my opinion of you. I love you regardless of whether or not you can carry my child.”

Relief swirls through me, swamping my senses until I nearly faint in his arms. “Thank you. That helps.”

“Good. Any other reasons you think I should be mad at you?”

I bite down on my lower lip as the worst offense of all simmers to the surface of my brain. “I’m worried you’re going to hate me for all this anxiety. It’s not what you signed up for.”

With a firm grasp, he grips his fingers into my waist and lifts me up so he can put me on the counter. From this vantage point, I’m nearly eye-to-eye with the behemoth. Honestly, it makes me feel like we’re on a more even footing, like he’s taking my worries very seriously.

“I want you to listen and listen well, baby girl. When I decided I wanted you, your anxiety never once played a factor. I want you. It’s just an extra thing that makes you a little spicier. I can certainly handle it. I will always be able to handle whateveryou throw at me. It’s what Daddy’s here for. It’s certainly no longer a burden you have to carry alone.”

“Yes, but it can get so overwhelming.”

“You see these shoulders? See how big they are?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you know why they’re so big?”

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