Chapter 5 Play

I woke up to find Adrian going through a box on my dresser. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm looking for things you might enjoy. Gary wants to artificially bring on your heat. If we're going to be doing this, we're going to have fun."

"That's me told." I snarked.

"I've ordered you some breakfast. Eat it before it gets cold."

"Is it even worth getting dressed?"

"Probably. It's chilly."

I grabbed a fluffy dressing gown and headed into the living room. He'd ordered me a fry up, very British, I've been told. I ate and went to see what Adrian was doing.

He was still in my room, surrounded by various whips, paddles, and a giant feather. "Kinky." I said.

"That's the point. I told you, if we're doing this, we're going to have fun."

"We could just... not?"

"I think we're past that, Wolfie. I want to establish some thresholds. Everyone has different things that work for them. So, consider this a game. I will use these items to hit you. When you need me to stop, you say the safe word and I'll stop. If you enjoy it, I'll make a note of it."

"Is 'get off me' not a good enough safe word? Phrase? Whatever."

"I prefer something snappier."

"Fuck off?"

"You swear when you're enjoying things. Something less sweary. Unlikely to come up under other circumstances. Like... banana."

"What an unsexy word."

"Good, will kill the mood and put an end to everything. With that established, lay on your front. It's best to do this on fleshier body parts."

I tossed my robe aside and sprawled comfortably on the bed. Adrian stepped behind me and slapped my thighs with his hand. "Kind of pathetic." I said.

"Killjoy." I could hear the smirk in his voice as he looked for something else to try. He hit me with something much studdier next, which made me jump out of my skin.

"That was just awkward." I said.

"Not a fan?" Adrian scoffed. He threw whatever implement he was using away and returned with something thinner, which he ran along my back. "This will sting but it might be more your speed." He hit me and it did sting. It wasn'r fun, thrilling, or sexy. It just hurt.

"No." I said. "Banana. I don't like this."

"Ok." He helped me up and handed me a bottle of water. "Good girl." He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair. "Good girl."

I didn't fall asleep but we stayed like that for a while. Eventually, Adrian went to find food. We ate in silence for a while before it occurred to me to ask.

"So, your plan for when Gary starts using my hormones to force us to reproduce is to just... roll with it?"

"Pretty much my plan for everything. It's easier this way."

"So you just... go along with what other people say?"

"And you don't?"

"Touche." I leaned back against the pillows. "Do you think we can get out of any of this?"

"No. Why do you think I'm trying to make the best of it?"

"I thought you liked sex."

"That helps." He shrugged.

"So, we're just going to have a baby because you don't want to rock the boat?"

"Now you're getting it. I'll hire a good nanny, you don't have to worry about parenting."

"That's the least of my concerns. I've heard some pregnancy horror stories."

"Those stories are usually the result of poor healthcare. You'll receive the best treatment money can buy. I have contacts at the best hospital in the city."

"In an American city? Not saying much. We have the worst maternal mortality rates in developed countries. The only places worse off than us don't have clean drinking water."

"Those are poor people. Money can buy a lot of safety."

"Jesus." I muttered. "You're kind of a bummer to talk to."

"I've been told that."

"You're more fun as a sex partner."

"I've been told that too. If you're ready, I'd like to talk about your arse."

"Is now the time to body shame?"

"Not like that. Anyway, your arse is lovely. How are you with anal?"

"I don't think you can get pregnant from it."

He sighed. "You can't. But I've had partners who enjoy some anal stimulation during other acts."

"Oh! I've heard about this. I thought it was just a thing in porn."

"Everything is a thing for someone. Would you like to try it?"

"You know what you're doing right? I've heard horror stories."

"Where are you finding these stories?"

"The internet."

"You should stop that." He began to clear our lunch dishes away. "No time like the present. Strip and sit on the edge of the bed, legs apart."

"Is that the best angle?" I asked, tossing my robe aside.

"We're not starting straight away. I need you relaxed." He knelt in front of me and adjusted my position so he could easily get to me. He slid a finger inside me and began to nibble and lick at me. He had that down to a science and within minutes I was coming. "Good girl." He murmured. The vibrations shot through me.

"Fuck, do that again."

He laughed which had the same effect, pushing me over the edge. He kept going until I came a third time, at which point I fell back into a heap of post orgasasm bliss. "You feel relaxed?" He asked.

"Mmm." I whined. He shifted me around so I was on my side and pushed my knees up to my chest. He paused and then got up. "What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking if I can keep you like this, you won't have a chance to tense up." He pressed a toy against a sensitive spot and turned it on so it vibrated. "That good?"

"Yes." I gasped.

"Good girl." I heard him open a bottle and pour something. He then ran a wet finger around the hole. I shuddered, although that might have just been the virbator. "You ok?"

"Yes!"

"Good girl. I'm going to start you with something small, shouldn't even stretch." He moved away to fiddle with whatever he was planning to shove up my ass. "Talk to me, let me know how it feels." I felt the tip of something thin probing at me before it slid inside. I moaned at the new sensation. "Talk to me, you feel good?"

"Fantastic."

"Good. I think we'll leave it there."

"Killjoy." I scoffed, although I was pretty quickly running out of energy. Maybe a nap would be nice. He removed the toys and wrapped a blanket around me while he disappeared into the bathroom. I was just drifting off as I felt him curl up with me.