Larger Font   Reset Font Size   Smaller Font  

Honor Me

Chelle Bliss

  Honor Me

  Chelle Bliss




  Top Bottom Switch

  Dirty Work




  God clearly had a sense of humor.

  First, he dropped an innocent blond bombshell into my lap, which changed my life forever. Never in a million years would I have guessed I’d fall head over heels in love with someone so innocent, but it happened.

  I corrupted her thoroughly.

  Quickly, too.

  I made her mine and never looked back. There wasn’t a day that passed that I didn’t take stock of my life. I was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

  Next thing I knew, we had a baby, Gigi. She wasn’t just a kid, but one who had me wrapped around her little finger.

  She said, “Jump.”

  My response, “How high, baby girl?”

  Gigi rocked my world.

  Seriously turned everything upside down.

  The moment she was born, nothing else mattered. I never knew that type of love existed until she came screaming into my life. It altered the way I looked at everything, making me more protective of my family than ever before.

  When she was just a tiny bundle, I’d sit up with her at night and rock her, telling her my hopes and dreams for her entire life. I had big plans too—the kid was going to be president someday. Actually, she could be anything she wanted. I’d make sure of it.

  I spoiled her, too much probably, and it turned her into a tiny monster. She was now my cross to bear, my demon child. The first time she said “Daddy,” I knew I was a goner—completely and utterly in love.

  Don’t get me wrong, Suzy was the love of my life…my soul mate.

  She was the one person who truly got me and understood who I was on the inside without judging me for my past indiscretions. She was the mother of my children and would always be the one who did it for me.

  When Suzy told me she was pregnant again, I was over the fuckin’ moon happy. I mean, more kids meant more love, right?

  But if I was being honest, it terrified me too. Especially when the doctor dropped the news that we were having twins.


  Double the feedings and even less sleep; nothing would ever be the same again. But like with any kid, whether having one or six, they had a way of creating chaos and havoc out of any situation.

  Family had always been my number one priority. It was the thing that kept me moving and helped me stay out of trouble most of my life.

  I’d been known to have a temper. I couldn’t help that shit. If someone was dumb enough to talk shit, they’d better be willing to put up their fists and back their words up with some strength.

  Understand this—I was a good guy.

  I’d bend over backward to help a friend.

  But cross me, and I’d fuck you up. Hurt someone I love, and I’d put you in the ground.

  It was that simple. I was like most red-blooded American men.

  Years ago, if you’d told me I’d live in a house filled with women and pink shit everywhere, I would’ve laughed in your face. But it was my lot in life. Pink had replaced the white space, filling up every corner of my world.

  But the journey to get to the place of peace hadn’t been an easy one. My road to happiness wasn’t paved in gold. It was more like a cobblestone walkway, filled with dips and ridges.

  6 months ago


  I waddled to the chair, feeling with my fingertips for the seat before slowly lowering myself. “I can’t wait for this to be over,” I complained and laid my palms against my round belly.

  “Any day now, you’re gonna pop,” Angel said and laughed.

  “Pop isn’t really the word that puts a smile on my face, but I feel like that’s exactly what’s going to happen.” My index finger pressed on my belly button. “I feel like a turkey. Ping, I’m ready.” If I grew any bigger, I worried my stomach would explode. Bearing mutliples was like being possessed by two demons, and my body wasn’t happy about it.

  Angel laughed and placed her hands on the sides of my stomach. “I wish I could have another.” The lines on her forehead grew more severe as her hands moved around my girth.

  “You can have another,” I told her, my heart squeezing at the sadness on her face.

  “No,” she sighed. “I asked Thomas to get fixed. We’re done.”

  Wow. I gawked at her, along with everyone else at the table. “What? You did? Why?”

  She shrugged and pulled her hands away. “One is enough for me. He’s older, and we’re both so busy with work, it just felt right.”

  “It seems like you regret it, Angel,” Mia said, placing her hand on Angel’s arm. “It can be reversed.”

  She shook her hand and swallowed. “I’m fine with the decision. Sometimes, when I see your bellies, I’m a bit envious. But then I remember the feedings, sleepless nights, and potty training, and I get over it really quick.” She smiled and grabbed the bottle of vodka sitting in the middle of the table.

  “When did he have the surgery? He never mentioned anything,” Max said, staring at Angel over the rim of her glass as she took a sip of her vodka and cranberry.

  “A few months ago. The best part about it is that we can fuck like monkeys and never have to worry about me getting knocked up.”

  “I may have to bring up a vasectomy to Joe. I can’t imagine going through this again. This is a two-for-one deal.” After the girls were born, I was officially closing this chapter in my life. These would be the last two I’d ever carry, and I was happy about that.

  “Me too.” Izzy clapped her hands. “My shit is closed for business.” Izzy nodded definitively. “James may freak, but if he wants to ‘fuck like a monkey,’” she said, doing air quotes, “then he better get fixed.”

  “It sounds like we’re talking about dogs.” Mia laughed and slapped the table. “Speaking of them, what are they doing in the garage?”

  “Working on the old clunker Joe bought.” I wrapped my hands around the bottle of water, wishing for once in my life I could actually drink.

  “They’re probably drinking beer and bullshitin’ just like us.” Izzy rolled her eyes. “They don’t fool anyone.”

  “It gives us girl time, so I don’t care,” I said, watching Izzy as she fidgeted with the collar around her neck. “Why aren’t you guys at the club tonight? I thought you always went on Friday nights.”

  “We’re going tomorrow night instead. They’re having some special demonstrations.” Izzy grinned and tugged on her collar.

  “Demonstrations?” Max swallowed hard and leaned across the table. “Do tell.”

  “Throughout the month, different Masters have classes to teach other Masters and subs about new techniques or how to stay safe.”

  “So what are they teaching about tomorrow?” Max asked and slid her finger across her bottom lip. “Sounds hot.”

  Izzy giggled softly. “There are two tomorrow. First is about shibari.”

  “What’s that?” Max interrupted. “Sounds dangerous.”

  “It’s not dangerous. It’s about rope play.”

  Max’s mouth fell open and I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at? Did you know what it was?”

  Everyone thinks I’m innocent, but I’m not. I nodded with a giant smile. “I read a lot. I knew what it is, and it sounds sexy.”

  “Ain’t no one tying my ass up with a rope.” She shook her head and waved her hands. “Never happening.”

  “What’s the other demonstration about?” Angel asked, resting her head in her palm.

  “ElectroSex, specifically violet wands.”

nbsp; Mia spits out her drink, spraying it across the table. “What the fuck?” Mia’s head jerked back.

  “Oh, that sounds amazing,” I said, cradling my belly in my arms.

  Max covered her face and peered at Izzy through her fingers. “What the hell is a violet wand?”

  Izzy fumbled with her collar and bit her lip. “Um, think of it like a wand that looks like a neon light but shoots out tiny electrical currents. Does that make sense?”

  Max gasped. “You let him electrocute you?”

  I looked down at the floor, unable to look Max in the eyes because her expression was priceless.

  “He’s not electrocuting me. It’s just another form of play. The tiny sparks are amazing.”

  “Fuck that shit,” Max mumbled and dragged her hands down her face. “You girls got some weird ideas about fun. Ropes, electricity, collars. I just don’t understand. What’s wrong with good old-fashioned cock?”

  “Ain’t nothing wrong with cock, Max,” Izzy laughed and rubbed her hands together. “Sometimes it’s nice to try out new things. What’s your favorite toy?”

  Max almost went cross-eyed. “I’m not telling you about my toys.”

  “You’re a prude,” Angel teased. “I bet you have a giant dildo at home.”

  “Stop!” Max held up her hand and shushed Angel. “Anthony has a giant cock, why do I need bigger?”

  “Nipple clamps?” Izzy raised an eyebrow.

  Max glanced at her watch and cleared her throat. “Well, look at the time. I better get home so the babysitter can leave.” She started to stand, and Mia put her hand over Max’s.

  “Sit your ass down,” Mia told her, not letting her walk away.

  Angel pointed toward the chair. “We all know your husband. He’s a kinky bastard like the rest. Don’t act like you don’t have a giant chest of toys hiding in your house.”

  “I’m not saying a thing.”

  “You should all come to the club one night.” Izzy tapped her chin and paused. “I’m sure I can schedule a private party.”

  “Um…” Max mumbled.

  “Fuck yeah. I’m in.” Angel fist-pumped the air. “I’m game for anything.”

  “Hello,” I said and waved my hands in front of my enormous stomach. “Humans on board.”

  “We’ll wait until you’re recovered.” Izzy smirked. “Most of the areas are private, but I think I can work something out. It’s a good thing James is friends with the owner. This will be perfect.” Izzy practically bounced in her chair.

  “Pass the vodka,” Max said and held out her hand.

  “We’ll get you liquored up first, Max. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it.”

  I’d often fantasized through the years about clubs just like the one Izzy and James belonged to. I had shared my fantasies with Joe, and he’d sometimes surprise me with a new toy or something kinkier. There wasn’t a thing the man did to me that I didn’t love.

  Although the thought of visiting their club intrigued me, I couldn’t imagine waddling in there without sticking out like a sore thumb. Plus, I didn’t really think Joe would go for it.

  We were in love. Committed to each other forever, but visiting a sex club was something I wasn’t sure would be good for our relationship. It could change everything.



  “Sugar,” I whispered in her ear, slowly stroking the inside of her thigh while she slept. Her round belly stuck out of the covers, reminding me that a morning just like this eight months ago probably led us to this situation—knocked up.

  The best part of the entire pregnancy?

  She was horny all the time.

  “Come on, baby.” Tenderness laced my voice, but I wanted to be anything but. I had a raging hard-on and couldn’t put Gigi on the bus fast enough to slide back into bed.

  Suzy had a thing for being woken up with my dick buried deep inside of her. A fantasy she shared with me a long time ago and I took advantage of it, playing it out over and over again at every turn.

  Suzy stirred when my fingers traced a path across her pussy. When she didn’t wake, my strokes became more demanding and I spread her legs a bit wider with my feet. Her body writhed against the mattress and she rolled onto her side, pushing her ass against my dick.

  Grunting softly, I dug my fingers into her hip and cradled her belly in my other hand.

  Just as I started to run my hard cock through her wetness—pregnant and horny all the time—my phone rang. “Fuck,” I whispered and tucked it under my pillow quickly.

  I stilled, waiting for them to leave a voice mail before I could sink myself deep. But before I could, the phone started to ring again.

  I jabbed my hand under the pillow, fisting my phone and silencing it with my grip. Rolling off the bed, I headed toward the bathroom so I didn’t disturb Suzy and could start right where I left off.

  “Hello.” I didn’t even look before I answered.


  Fucking Mikey. I should’ve known it was him, but my raging hard-on had clouded my judgment. “What the fuck, man? It’s like eight in the morning.”

  “It’s time to get up, princess.” He laughed loudly and ignored the fact that I was pissed.

  “I am up, and you’re interrupting some important stuff.”

  “Oh, shit! Sorry, man.”

  Peeking through the doorway, I checked on Suzy before closing it a little more to muffle my voice. “What do you want?” I growled.

  “I thought since we’re off today we could meet up.”

  “For what?” My jaw was clenched so hard it started to ache more than my balls.


  “Yeah, man. I’ll be there at noon. Not a minute before. Don’t call back.” I hung up and turned the ringer off so he couldn’t disturb us again. Then I tossed my phone on the counter next to the sink.

  When I walked back into the bedroom, Suzy was sprawled out on her side, her large belly keeping her from rolling over. Perfect. I crawled back in bed, stroking my shaft as I inched closer to her. “Sugar,” I whispered into her ear and nudged my dick against her.

  “What?” she moaned and started to stir.

  I didn’t answer with words, but by thrusting my hardened cock into her waiting, greedy pussy. Being inside of her was pure fucking heaven. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t want to bend her over some piece of furniture and have my way with her. When she was pregnant, she was usually game, when she wasn’t too exhausted—which was rarely the case.

  Pregnant Suzy was my favorite Suzy.

  She pushed back against me as I withdrew slowly and rammed back into her. Nothing got me harder than the noise she made when I was buried balls deep inside of her. “Whose pussy is this?” I asked, fisting her hair in my hand.

  Tipping her head back, she peered up at me and looked straight into my eyes. “Yours. Always yours.”

  The way she stared at me, her pussy clenching around my cock, my dick hardened even more. Impossible to even imagine, but with her half the time, I thought it would break off before I could come.

  “Whose dick is that?” she asked, her mouth hanging open slightly.

  “Yours,” I growled, repeating her words. “Always yours.”

  The corner of her mouth twitched and she blinked a few times. “Are you sure?”

  My body stilled, leaving her impaled. “What does that mean?”

  “Nothing.” Her voice cracked and she diverted her eyes.

  Tugging lightly on her hair, I pulled her head back so I could see into her eyes. “What did that mean, sugar?”

  Lately, she’d said some things that I wrote off as hormones, but with me buried deep inside her, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something more to it.

  “Nothing, baby. Nothing.” She smiled, but it wasn’t her typical, happy as a pig in shit smile.

  This one was completely fake.

  I pulled out and rolled us over so that I was on my side, and I cradled her face in my hands.
“Sugar, what’s on your mind?” I tried to read the pain I could see in her eyes.

  “Nothing,” she squeaked, her eyes filling with tears.

  “One thing we are is always honest. Please tell me.”