There is a Test

There is a Test
ROMANY

"Don't fuck with me, doll. Just us - just for tonight? What does that mean? I don't want...just for tonight. I want just for always," Mickey states, glaring down at me in irritation. "I want every night and every day. Every minute of every hour. That is what I want, baby. And you know that, so don't fuck with me." Mickey shakes his head, groaning when I finger the tip of his shaft. "Fuck...I told you before...I would give you anything and I will. But I want something too." I give one slow stroke, tracing over the veins of his dick with the tip of my fingernail and he chokes out, "I want you."
Pursing my lips, I squeeze his erection in my hand somewhat more punishingly, my clit pulsing in time with the blood I can feel pounding within his girth. "And for some reason, you think that means that we have to get married?"
Mickey growls, his eyes closing as his hips jerk forward in answer to my grip. He rasps, "You're pregnant, doll. And that baby might just be mine, so yeah, I think that means we need to get married. That baby needs a father and I want it to be me. I told you, I need an heir. I thought we discussed this already. It no longer matters any more who it is I am married to. So long as I have an heir."
Squinting my eyes at him, my thoughts catch on his words and I can't help but ask, "What do you mean - it no longer matters who you marry? What happened with Ana? What happened with that...contract?"
Mickey's body shudders as I continue to stroke him, fisting him with long, slow tugs that circle at his base and drawing beads of precum from the head of his cock. "It's been fulfilled," he rasps out. "By someone else."
"Someone else?" I gasp, pleasantly surprised. "So that means-"
Mickey smirks as my hand stills and he says, "That means she's off the market. That means I'm free to marry whomever I want and I want you. You...and the heir you promised me."
"Did I?" I taunt him, biting my lip as I reach up with my free hand and shove his pants downward, boxers and all. Mickey's green eyes flash, sparkling with color right before flattening to black and I tug him closer by his dick, causing him to hiss and string his fingers into my hair until he's fisting my scalp.
"I remember what you said...but...what if the baby isn't yours? What if I marry you and the baby isn't yours? I won't have my son treated less than by you or anyone-"
"Doll," Mickey rasps, "let me be clear. Any child that comes out of your womb, whether it be female or male, black or blue or white or yellow, bearded or bald...will be treated as my very own blood and carry my goddamned name. Is that understood? Even - God forbid - if the kid is clearly the spawn of the very devil that is my piece of shit cousin, I will love him like my very own and make him my heir. Even if we have dozens of babies together after he is born...my first son will remain my heir. I don't give a good damn, baby. You are mine and he will be too."
My breath catches, my heart soaring because...well...I never in a million years could have imagined someone like Mickey wanting me this much. Needing me this much. But...it seems like he does. Unfortunately 'seems' just isn't good enough for me anymore and I have to speak on it..
"Fine," I say, releasing his dick to push up on my knees on the couch and kiss his muscular chest, "then tomorrow...you'll have your chance to prove it."
"Tomorrow?" he questions, groaning when my teeth nip at his collarbone and my hands climb up his shoulders. "What happens tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow," I say gently, standing so that I can wrap my legs around his waist and look him in the eyes, "I have a doctor appointment and you can come with me."
Mickey's hands drop from my hair, sliding down my back until he's cupping my ass and carrying my weight. "Okay. And how will my joining you at a doctor's appointment prove anything, doll?"
I smile, leaning in to suck his lips into my mouth as I whisper, "Because...there is a test..."
"A test?"
I nod, rolling my hips forward as he massages my ass in his palms. "A test that can be performed that will enable you to prove how serious you are."
Mickey chuckles, his eyes glowing as he studies me. "And how is that, doll?"
"Take me to the bedroom," I hiss, my hungry lips trekking across his unshaven jawline while I revel in the sharp, tangible feel of his stubble scratching across my mouth.
Mickey straightens, hoisting me higher into his arms as he nimbly shakes his ankles out of his pants and stalks toward my bedroom with me clinging to him like a monkey to a tree.
"So this test," he says, his eyes glowing once we're in the dark of my bedroom. "If I pass it, you'll marry me?"
"Maybe," I tease, falling back onto my elbows when he sets me in front of him on my bed.
"Maybe..." His voice is flat, dark...harder than I've ever heard it as his eyes drink me in and I sit up to undo my blouse. Mickey shakes his head, groaning when my sleeves drip from my shoulders and I unclasp my bra, allowing my swollen breasts spring free. "What kind of test is it, baby?"
I smile nice and slow as I slip the rest of my clothes onto the floor at my feet and then shove myself toward the head of the bed to wait for him. "The kind that will put your commitment to the test." The kind that will tell me whether or not you are the father. "Now, get over here and put me to bed because I've missed you so much and I need to feel you everywhere."