Buying the Virgin Page 9
I don’t believe him, I want to, but I don’t. He wants a son, minimum, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to give him one, it breaks my heart.
Completely shatters me.
ALDRICH
I can see how upset Penelope is, and I wish that I could fix whatever the reason we’re not conceiving, but I can’t. I’ve not only gone to numerous doctors, so has she. There is no reason, medically, why we shouldn’t be getting pregnant.
Tonight, we both need to forget this shit. We haven’t been to the dungeon in months, both of us too stressed, too worried, and too fucking wound up to suggest it.
Leaving her, I head toward Sophie’s room. I knock on her door and smile when she calls for me to enter. “Can you watch, Leigh tonight?”
“Date night?” she asks.
I grin, shaking my head as I look to my shoes, and then back up at her. “Oh, that kind of date,” she laughs. “Yes, I’ll watch her for you. She’s a dream child, anyway.”
“Thanks,” I offer.
A few hours later, I’m in the dungeon, waiting for my wife. “Aldrich, are you down here? Sophie said you needed something,” Penelope calls out as I hear her feet walk down the staircase.
I’m standing in the middle of the room wearing only a pair of pants—no shoes, no shirt—waiting. She freezes once she sees me and I tilt my head to the side. She doesn’t speak, and I watch, completely fascinated as she removes her clothes.
“On the cross,” I bark.
My sweet girl walks over to the cross, her chest rising and falling with her panting breaths, she waits for me. Usually, in this room I play with pants on. Tonight, I’m doing something different. I shed my pants and underwear before I cuff and hook her wrists to the top of the cross.
Walking behind her, I lube and glide the large diamond end plug into her sweet ass, knowing that later, before this night is through my cock will be buried there, too. She will need tomorrow off, her body will be sore and spent, a reminder of us—of what she means to me.
“I love you, baby girl. Always, forever.”
I whisper the words against her ear, watching as her head falls forward. Then, I take my flogger in hand and I show her just how fucking much I love her.
EIGHT WEEKS LATER
PENELOPE
Positive.
The test I wasn’t going to take. I took. My period missed and my heart racing.
Positive.