Chapter 111 Daddy Gives Pleasure To His Mommy

Chapter 111 Daddy Gives Pleasure To His Mommy
Will’s P.O.V.

I don’t remember the last time I felt… this light.

We’re sitting in the car, the engine still off, yet neither of us makes a move to leave. It’s like stepping out of this moment would make it disappear.

Like this is all a dream.

Beside me, she’s glowing, and actually glowing. She hasn’t left her belly for even a second, her fingers gently caressing it like she’s afraid the moment she stops… it’ll all vanish.

“I still can’t believe it. Our baby… is still there.” As she says, I turn my head and just… watch her.

That shine in her eyes. That life.

I can’t stop looking at her. I thought the light in my Professor’s eyes had been snuffed out forever, but here she is, shining brighter than ever. I’ve never been more thankful to God in my entire life.

“Oh God…” she laughs, placing her hand more firmly on her belly. “I still can’t believe. You’re still in me, mini me. You came back to Mommy. Now she’ll protect you at any cost.”

I place my hand over hers, covering it completely. “Daddy too. He won’t let anything happen to you or Mommy. Ever again.”

I lean in and press a kiss to her cheek before resting my forehead against hers.

For a moment, we just stay like that. 

Together.

Whole.

“But how did this even happen?” she says after a while, her brows furrowing slightly. “Did… did we have twins? Or… did that doctor not actually—”

Her voice falters. I don’t let her go there. I really don’t want her to think about the incident that made her suffer for so long.

I take her hand in mine. “What matters is that our miracle is with us, Professor. That’s all that matters.”

She looks at me.

And then slowly nods. “You’re right…”

“But I want to meet that doctor,” she adds after a pause. “I want to ask her what really happened… but I don’t even know which hospital it was…”

I exhale slowly.

“Later.” I squeeze her hand. “We’ll figure everything out later.” Then I give her a small smile. “Right now… let’s just go home and celebrate this.”

She smiles back.

And God… that smile.

I missed it more than I can ever explain.

As I start the car and begin driving, she leans back in her seat, still holding her belly like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

“I can’t believe I was avoiding doctors,” she says softly, almost laughing at herself. “Crying over something… that was never taken from me.”

I reach over, take her hand, and bring it to my lips.

“You don’t have to think about anything anymore. Just focus on this…” My thumb brushes over her knuckles. “And on the life growing inside you.”



When we finally reach home, the silence of the house doesn't feel lonely anymore, it feels peaceful. 

She’s talking non-stop now. About baby clothes. Tiny shoes. Names. Nursery colours. Her laughter fills the house like music I thought I’d never hear again.

And I’m not even listening to the words. 

I’m just… watching her. Lost in her. Lost in her happiness. 

Lost in the sound of her real, genuine laugh. I missed that sound more than oxygen. My heart, which has been a restless, heavy stone in my chest for weeks, is finally at peace.

Because this, 

This is all I ever wanted.

Her. Happy. Alive. Whole.

For days, I’ve been torn apart seeing her drown in pain I couldn’t fix. I thought I failed. As a husband. As a man. As a father. I couldn’t save my child. I couldn’t save her happiness.

But now…

Everything is perfect. My baby is alive. My wife is smiling.

I can’t contain it anymore. I step behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and lift her off her feet.

She gasps. And then laughs.

That pure, unfiltered laugh echoes through the living room as I spin her around. The sound fills every empty corner of this house. Every broken piece of me.

"God, Professor, I'm so happy!" I joyfully scream. 

"We’re going to become parents finally,” she squeals. 

“The best ones this world has ever seen,” I promise her after setting her down. 

I turn her around to face me. “Now, it’s celebration time.”

She nods, grinning. 

I reach up and slide her glasses off her face before setting them on the side table. Her breath becomes heavy as she recognises the shift in the air. She knows exactly what is coming next. 

The mother-to-be is still my submissive, and tonight, I’m going to remind her body who she belongs to.

I kiss her lips hungrily before stepping back. “Lie down on the sofa, Professor.”

I watch her obey instantly. She settles onto the leather, her eyes tracking my every move with a mix of anticipation and hunger.

“I’ll be back,” I tell her, leaving her there for just a moment.

When I return, the sight is enough to make me harder. She’s waiting, her summer dress hiked up slightly. I move over her before spreading her legs wide and sinking between them. As my hand slides up her thigh, I find her bare and slick. 

So she prepared herself for me when I left. I fucking love her so much. 

“No panties? Good girl,” I praise her, smirking. 

I begin to trace slow circles around her clit, watching her back arch. As she is about to grab my hair, I intercept her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand. With my free hand, I pull a length of red silk ribbon from my pocket.

I bind her wrists together. “Perfect.” I lean down and capture her mouth in a rough kiss before moving to her dress. 

I pull the fabric down, exposing her breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, while my thumb pinches the other through the fabric of her dress. She whimpers, her bound hands twitching above her head.

I pull the other breast free before rubbing the two aching peaks together, watching her eyes half-close in a daze of pleasure. I reach into my pocket again and pull out the nipple clamps. I slide them onto her, the cold metal making her gasp.

“That looks perfect on you.” I give the chain a light tug, making her lift her chest toward me.

I’ve told her a thousand times how much I love these on her, but tonight feels different. Because she’s pregnant now. 

“Open,” I command, glancing at her lips.

She opens her mouth, and I place the centre of the nipple chain between her teeth. “You know the rules, Professor.”

She nods, her eyes locked on mine. She isn't allowed to let that chain drop. If the chain falls, the pleasure stops.

“God, you look so hot. All mine.”

I take one last gaze at her, bound, clamped, and silenced, before moving down. I pull her dress up to her ribs, exposing her stomach. I place a soft kiss on the tattoo, then move my lips across the curve of her belly.

It hits me then. We aren't alone. Our baby is right here, witnessing the intensity of our love.

“This session is different, Professor.” I lift my face to meet her gaze and see the same realisation in her eyes. “He’s going to feel exactly how Daddy gives his Mommy pleasure.”

I bury my face between her legs and eat her like a hungry animal, rubbing her clit vigorously with my thumb. I can hear the chain clinking against her teeth as she fights to hold on.

I lift my face, slick with her, and give her the look I know she loves, the one that tells her she’s completely conquered me even while I dominate her. 

I know she wants to touch my face, but the ribbon keeps her back.

“Now, I’m going to fuck my pregnant wife, officially.”

I strip out of my jeans before sitting between her legs and draping her heels over my shoulders. I position myself at her entrance, and with one heavy thrust, I bury myself inside her.

She digs her nails into the leather of the sofa and a muffled moan escapes around the chain. I start to pound into her hard and fast. I watch her face contort, her skin flushing as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

I grab her ankles and pull even deeper into her. I’m watching her from above with a devilish smile. I know she’s close. I can feel her walls pulsing around me, begging for the end.

She’s used to me making her wait, but after last night’s reversal, this feels like reclaiming my throne. I join her feet with one hand, holding them steady, while my other hand reaches down to her clit. I increase my speed, my thrusts becoming short and hard. 

“Please!” she begs through the chain.

“You wanna cum?” I ask, grabbing her neck.

The chain is slipping, her body arching so high she’s pulling on her own nipples. The pain and pleasure are twisting together, driving her to madness.

“But you can’t without permission, Professor.” I’m moving in and out of her relentless, testing every limit she has. “God, you look so beautiful like this.”

I see the plea in her eyes. She’s a good girl, she wants to obey, even when her body is screaming to explode. I roll my hips, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over. I feel her skin tighten.

Finally, I give a light slap to her cheek. “Cum for me, Professor. Now!”

She explodes and a shattered moan tears from her throat. Her body vibrates with a force that nearly unseats me. I don’t stop, I increase my speed, driving into her as she rides the waves of her orgasm.

I pull out just as I reach my own limit. “Finish me. Use your hands.”

Her bound hands move downward instantly. She grips me, her movements fast and desperate, her eyes locked on mine.

“You look so tempting,” I groan, watching her work. “The ribbon, the clamps... so fucking hot.”

“God, Professor... I’m going to—” I release across her stomach. 

I reach up to take the chain from her mouth before whispering in her ear, “Congratulations, my wife.”

“Congratulations, my husband.” She wraps her bound hands around my neck to pull me into a deep kiss.

We are going to be parents. The thought sends one last shiver through my body as I hold her close in our home.