Chapter 110: Saturday
*You are proof that love before first sight does exist. – Areceli M. Ream*
The first Saturday in February, Helen and Bunny went shopping for the babies. Jolene and Dean went with them also. While they were loving the Nightmare Before Christmas themed items, the expectant mothers were looking at the more traditional fare.
“I would totally do Jack and Sally for my nursery.” Dean admitted.
“OH!” Jolene turned around with a stuffed Zero. “Does Monster need this?”
“You have no idea how much he needs that.” Dean said.
“What size is his bed?” Jolene asked, picking up a crib set.
“I need a buggy.” Dean declared and the two went towards the front of the store.
Zack followed them at a discreet distance without drawing attention to himself.
“I’m glad she decided to come.” Bunny told Helen as they were looking at Pooh Bear décor.
“That was all Jolene.” Helen said.
“Really?”
Helen laughed. “Jolene told Dean that we were going to surround her with pastels and pretty bows.”
They both looked at the pastel blankets and stuffed animals in their own baskets. Neither one could help laughing.
“Well, she wasn’t wrong.” Jolene said.
They filled the basket with woodsy themed blankets and pillows. Everything was remaining neutral until they knew for certain what they were having.
“Still doing the gender reveal?” Helen asked with a small grin.
“Yes.” Bunny grumbled. “I’m blaming that on hormones.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.” Bunny sighed as she tossed the wall art into the buggy.
“What don’t you know?” Jolene asked as they came back over with a buggy half filled.
“What I’m going to go for a gender reveal.” Bunny admitted.
“That’s simple. Do something Valentine’s Day.” Dean said.
“You can get a string pinata and the three of you pull the strings at one time.”
“Yeah! Victoria makes awesome pinatas!” Dean declared.
“Great. You two are in charge. Plan me a stupid gender reveal.”
Jolene and Dean looked at each other and then dashed off over to the party section of the store.
“No gothic or Tim Burton please!” Bunny called after them.
“I’m pretty sure that you’ll be fine.” Helen said, quite unconvincingly.
“Maybe I should give them the envelope?” Bunny pulled it out of her purse.
“I’ll take it to them.” Helen said and snatched it out of her hand.
When they left the baby store nearly two hours later, both cars that they brought were packed full. Jolene and Dean went to go talk to Victoria and Bunny and Helen headed for lunch. Their usual spot was closed for a refreshing remodel, but Bunny knew where they needed to go.
She showed her membership card and signed Helen in as a guest. Walking in, she saw the two women that she had texted.
“Oh. My. God!” Marnie declared. “You’re fucking huge!”
“Thanks.” Bunny grumbled as she sat down. “Marnie, Ella, this is Helen.”
“Hi, Miss Helen.” Ella said.
Helen looked at the woman and thought that she looked like a little girl in a woman’s body. Her retro t-shirt had Strawberry Shortcake and friends on it. Her blonde and pink hair was pulled up in two pigtails with matching bows.
“Hi.”
“Ella, is what we call a Little.” Bunny explained. “And Marnie, is just a straight up Brat.”
“And?” Marnie asked.
Where Ella was pink and pretty, Marnie was dark and sullen. Her black and electric blue hair was pulled back in a single braid. She wore a low-cut black tank top with BRAT written in silver. They both had blue eyes and Helen guessed that they were both about size twelve.
She used to dream of the day that she would once again be a size twelve.
But with the way that Reese praised her body, calling it lush and lovely, she was finally comfortable in her own body. Especially with the new Shabari dress he had tied on her last night.
“And what are you?” She asked Bunny.
“I’m a brat. A little bit of a pain slut.” She smiled as the waitress brought their lunches over.
“I didn’t order anything.” Helen whispered.
“Reese did.” Marnie explained. “You don’t know where you are, do you?”
“It’s a private restaurant.” Helen guessed and the two new girls gave little laughs.
“This is the Private Club.” Bunny smiled. “It’s the sex club that Reese has talked about bringing you to.”
Surprised that it looked like a regular restaurant, Helen looked around. “I thought that it would look different.”
“It looks different in here than it does in the actual club part.” Marnie smirked. “But you can still see some people play in here.”
Ella giggled like a little girl at this thought.
“Ladies.” Reese said as he reached over and picked up Helen’s plate and drink. “You’ll have to excuse us. We have a private room for my lunch.”
“Reese, what are-“
“Kitten, come with me.”
“Yes, Sir.” She said demurely as she stood up and followed him down the hall.
“There’s a keycard in my front pocket, open door seven.” He told her.
She reached into one pocket first and then the other and opened the door. she was expecting to see a private dining room. Instead, she walked into an elegant bedroom. Turning to ask a question, Reese cocked an eyebrow.
They stepped inside and he kicked the door closed. He placed the plate of finger foods on a small table.
“Are you wearing your dress?” he asked her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Show me.”
Nervously, she unbuttoned the red dress and slipped it off.
“Hang it up over there.” He indicated where there were some hooks and hangers. Helen did as she was told and then presented herself before him.
“Such a good girl.” Reese praised her as he caressed her cheek just before kissing her. “Take my shirt off.”
This was something she was used to and quickly unbuttoned the gray oxford shirt and untucked it from the dark blue jeans. Without being told, she hung it up by her dress and then returned to stand in front of him. He was now sitting on the bright red loveseat.
Reese pulled the bottom of the knotted rope dress up and then guided her to straddle his lap.
“Hands on my shoulders, Kitten.”
“Yes, Sir.” She easily complied with the order and was rewarded with a small heart shaped sandwich.
“Beautiful.” He murmured.
Reese asked her about her morning shopping and fed her small bite sized sandwiches and pieces of fruit. By the time they had finished her lunch, she was dripping wet, and he was rock hard. Unclasping the rings at her shoulders, he ordered her to stand up and watched the ropes fall to the floor leaving her completely bare.
“Go kneel on the bench and place your hands in the cuffs.”
Helen placed her knees on the two small, padded kneepads that had her open. She leaned over the bench and placed her hands in the small cuffs and grasped the handles. The sound of Reese stripping off his jeans behind her filled her ears.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He leaned over her and kissed her neck as he tightened the cuffs on her wrist. “Are you wet for me, Kitten?”
“Yes, Sir.” She whispered as he slid into her.
“Good. I want to know how loud you can scream.”
His fingers began to tease her nipple rings as he pumped in and out of her. Her moans and whimpers started off low and soft.
“Louder, Kitten.” He commanded as he bit her neck.
The yelp of surprise turned into a moan of pleasure. One hand trailed down her body to tease her clit. Her moans and cries grew louder and louder until she cried out his name as she crested.
“Louder, Kitten.” He ordered again and shifted his position to press a thumb against her ass.
With a little gentle pressure, she was squirming and fighting her restraints as she screamed out for him. His fingers on her clit never stopped as his thumb also assaulted her.
“Fucking beautiful, Kitten.” Reese growled as he came inside her.
He slid his arms up her arms and unclasped the cuffs as he kissed and nibbled on her neck. Carefully he moved their arms back to her body and picked her up. He was still buried deep inside her as he carried her to the bad and they lay down on the bed.
“I love you.” Helen whispered as her eyes closed in blissful exhaustion.
“I love you, too, Helen.”
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