“Guess what? I’m gonna get us those subs! Might take a few hours, but we’ll get ‘em.”
“No way! There’s no way!”
She grinned from ear to ear and lifted one finger, “Watch and learn, grasshopper—watch and learn.” She picked up her walkie talkie and buzzed Omar.
“Yes darling,” he answered.
“Sweetheart, I have a craving. Correction, both of us heavily laden, heir carrying females, have the same craving.”
In the background I heard Amir’s familiar chuckle of amusement and the muffled words, “What could it be now?”
“Anything, my love,” Omar replied and Amir snorted.
“We want meatball subs from Dave’s.”
Omar seemed entirely composed, “Those are delicious. Tell the cook, and they will find the recipe.”
“No. We want the real thing.”
Now his voice held a hint of irritation, “You know that is impossible.”
Anna made a purring sort of whining sound. “I thought nothing was impossible for you. You told me anything. I won’t be happy—or at all receptive—until I get my mouth on one of those subs.”
As she spoke into the walkie she rubbed her now enormous belly and affected a rather maniacal grin.
Amir coughed in the background, and even though he was trying to whisper, I heard him. “Don’t give into her. Meatballs now? The moon next?”
Omar laughed, and then all four of us chuckled.
Then Omar cleared his throat and put on his commander tone. “So what you are telling me is you will deny my needs until this new urge of yours is sated.”
Anna’s voice went high pitched with amusement, “Exactly.” Then she winked at me.
Omar sighed. “Very well, I’ll send the jet. Tomorrow at lunch, you shall have your wish.”
“Thank you, Master. You are mighty and great, and I will reward you handsomely,” Anna quipped.
Omar sighed again, “Yes dear—is that all?”
“For now.”
Then she made kissy sounds into the handset. I waited to see if the all mighty Omar would respond in same, and when he did, I almost lost it.
I gripped at my crotch in hysteria, “Stop it! I’m gonna pee my pants!” I howled.
Anna seriously said, “Get used to it; I do it all the time now.”
When I caught my breath I lifted a brow and questioned, “Master? Really, Anna—seems a bit much.”
She shrugged and paid attention to the popcorn bowl perched on her stomach. “He likes it when I call him that. Besides, he deserves the title. I might be really smart, but I still need someone stronger than me—he’s my protector.”
I thought about what she’d said, and something softened inside me. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to let another be stronger. Of course, it was that whole giving up my own strong will thing I was still grappling with on a regular basis.
“Yeah, I get that. Amir likes me to call him Alpha. Must be a guy thing.”
“No different than me liking it when Omar calls me his babygirl.” She popped a few kernels in her mouth and then giggled through the words, “Or spanks me till I orgasm.”
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