Twenty minutes later I’m sitting on the couch with Asher, my legs draped across his lap and he’s feeding me desert as we talk.
“Now that the baby serotonin is out of your system and you’ve had a few weeks to think about it, do you still want a baby Carla?”
I don’t even pause in my answer, “Yes. But only with you.”
“I mean that goes without saying. But here’s the deal, I had a vasectomy years ago, but I have already made an appointment to have it reversed. However, that may delay us getting pregnant, my doctor says it could take up to six months before my sperm quality returns to normal. But we can definitely, practice in the meantime,” he says as he waggles his eyebrows at me. “What’s wrong little one?” he asks as I begin worrying my lip.
“It may be harder than that Asher.” I tell him and look the other way. His hand covers the whole side of my face as he guides it back to him, so I am looking him in his eyes.
“Talk to me baby.”
“I have PCOS,” I say after a few minutes.
“Baby I am a pretty smart guy in most things but I’m not familiar with that so break it down.”
“It’s called polycystic ovary syndrome, it’s a condition where ovaries produce an abnormal amount of male sex hormones and produces a lot of cysts on my ovaries. Bottom line a lot of women with PCOS have a hard time getting pregnant, and a lot never do.”
“Okay, but you want a baby, correct?”
“Yes, but baby...”
“But nothing. We’ll go see whichever doctor that we need to see and we will have a baby.”
“Asher, it may not be that simple.”
“Carla, we will have a baby, whether its natural, through IVF, or adoption, one way or another we will have a baby. Okay? I do not want you stressing about this. I am going next week to have the reversal and we can go talk to Brooklyn and Lennox about what we need to do to increase our chances of you getting pregnant.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I don’t want your family or anyone close to us knowing about this right now. It’s bad enough to get our hopes up and then be disappointed but I don’t need the pressure of your family’s expectations too. I’m sorry.”
“Baby there’s no need for you to be sorry. We don’t have to tell my family, hell I kept a whole business a secret from them for years. But I want you to agree to talking to them if your doctors can’t help us. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Do we need to talk about anything else?
“No, not right now.”
“Good. Now go get the room ready. You have another punishment coming,” he says and I swallow.
Asher
It looks like a baby will not be a cut-and-dry process for Carla and me but that’s okay, I’m used to fighting against the odds. We’ll be the first couple to birth the next generation of Gideons. I say birth because Saint, Shepp, and Skai are the next generation of Gideons through love. And we can’t forget Bubba and Princess Sarai. But if any two people can pull it off its Carla and me. First things first, however, is her next punishment. I honestly couldn’t care less about the punishment, but Carla opens up when she doesn’t have to be in charge, and I am happy to direct her. When I first got into this lifestyle the control was intoxicating and I craved it like a sugar junkie, but I find that with Carla it’s not as important as it once was. I like taking the reins from her not because I want control, but because I know she needs to be controlled. She needs to be able to relax and know that I got it and her and that alone gives me what I need. However, I can’t lie and say I don’t want to tie her up, blindfold her, handcuff her and spank her ass until she is dripping wet, and her ass is on fire, I am just saying I equally want to slide inside of her and make love to her until she is a puddle of brown sugar and cum.
When I walk into the bedroom, alter ego room is up and she’s naked and waiting on her knees in the middle of the bed, hands on her thighs, eyes down. How can she be so stinking cute and fucking sexy all at the same time? Her purple locs are hanging down her back and I make a mental note to ask Joyce and Lennox what she needs to take care of her hair so I can provide that for her. Her nipples are hard around her butterfly barbells and her pussy, bare and wet—I can see it glistening from here. She’s greedy and I’m more than happy and able to satisfy her appetite. Seeing her in this position without me instructing her to do so shows how far we’ve come over these past few weeks with trust.
“Come here dove.” And she saunters over instantly and stops in front of me, her eyes still downcast. I take my time and walk around her taking in the sight I was denied while she was gone. Her gorgeous brown skin, locs, and glasses has my dick titanium hard. Her thinking she could be away from me for so long has my palm itching to spank her, so she won’t be so foolish to do that again. I walk up behind her, grab a handful off her locs, pull her head back, and whisper in her ear, “you’re mine Carla, not just tonight either and I will please you, punish you, and reward you as I see fit and you will take them all, any way I wish to give them to you, and you will accept them without complaint. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Yes who?”
“Yes Oishin.”
“That’s good little one,” I tell her as I walk to my throne sat. “Come to me dove. Lay down.” She lays across my lap ass up and I swear I see her legs shaking in anticipation, but what I don't see is fear. "What are your safe words?"