Chapter 143: Dress Shopping
*If you want to be happy, be. – Leo Tolstoy*
Prep work for the new additions began a few days after their latest argument over who was in charge. Reese grinned at the thought as he looked through a website of maternity clothes. It had become a running joke with them since Frank had told her that she was now in charge.
Not that his old friend was all that wrong. Since she had said that she was pregnant, he was wrapped around her finger. And speaking of fingers, the ring that he picked out should be arriving later today. And they had an appointment with the judge next week.
And that was the reason why the man was looking at maternity dresses. With a few mouse clicks, the dresses were sorted down to Helen’s size and to a few colors. He loved her in burgundy, reds and dark pinks.
He loved her out of those colors also.
She would prefer a soft pink or lavender.
Again, her groom preferred her out of those colors also.
Unless they were ropes. Then the colors really didn’t matter. Shifting in the chair to relieve pressure behind his zipper, the Dom pictured his lovely sub in one of her rope dresses. Reese was thrilled that she was pregnant and wouldn’t trade this experience for anything in the world. But he was missing the playroom. They had just gotten to her being willing to play when she found out she was pregnant.
Not that her pregnancy had stopped them. it slowed them down. Made them get more creative around her large belly. They had tried new positions that they were definitely going to have to try again after the baby was born. Babies. Correcting his thoughts, a grin crossed his face as he mentally corrected the thought to plural.
Clicking on the pink polyester and lace dress that caught his attention, he scrolled through the pictures. They were out of stock of the pink in her size but had a lovely mint green. Even if she did not wear it next week, he wanted to see her in the pretty sleeveless dress.
Still looking for a pink or lavender dress, Reese scrolled down to the other suggestions. There it was. It was perfect. *This vintage inspired maternity is versatile, making it ideal for a variety special occasions.*
Vintage? Well, maybe. It did give a Jane Austin vibe with the fitted bodice and sash belt at the empire waist. He chose her size and added it to the cart along with the others already added. Clicking on a few other things, he added some accessories that his Kitten would like.
Almost as if summoned by his thoughts, Helen waddled into the office and over to his side. Scooting back, Reese pulled her into his lap.
“Are you choosing more of my clothes?” She grinned at the screen.
“What?” He feigned surprise flying through the checkout process so that she did not see the total.
“Reese!” Helen hissed.
Apparently, he had not been fast enough.
“Let me spoil you, Kitten.” He murmured against her neck.
“Do I have a choice?” She sighed and shifted as his fingers began to work the buttons on the front of her periwinkle blue dress with yellow and pink flowers.
Reese hummed a noncommittal response, slipping his hands inside her bra to cup her heavy breasts. Teasing her nipples by tupping on her rings, they both moaned.
“Are you going to have to take these out?” Reese tugged on her nipple rings again and she arched into his touch.
“No.” She breathed out. “I’ve never produced enough milk to breastfeed.”
“More for me.” He grinned as his mouth moved along the back of her neck. “Kids don’t have an early release day, do they?”
Helen chuckled as she thought about the day that Reese had her on her hands and knees on the couch in the living room. He’d been taking her from behind when his front door opened and quickly closed. School had let out early for teacher in-service and when JD and Dean got home, they had brought lunch.
The door opened only long enough for JD to get an eyeful of his mother and her fiancé. It had been nearly a week before he could look at his mom. Nearly two weeks later and he still blushed bright red when he looked at his mom.
Dean had melted into a pool of laughter, and still did when he blushed. Bunny didn’t help any when she would ask if he had seen any good shows lately. Jaxon and Ty were just as bad and Jolene just grinned.
But the shocker had been when Neo had offered Reese a fist bump. “Glad to know you can still get it up, old man.”
Helen shook her head. “Pretty sure that they will knock from now on.”
“I wouldn’t mind performing in front of an audience.” He admitted softly as he helped her shimmy out of her dress. “But not any of the kids.”
“And not while I’m pregnant with twins.” She suggested.
Being watched had not been one of her hard nos. She had simply said that no one would want to see her body. Helen had been quite surprised when several of the club members asked if she would ever be on display. Confused, she had looked to Reese for an explanation.
“They want to see this luscious body, Kitten.” He had explained and she had looked surprised and even more confused. “I keep telling you, you have a beautiful body.”
Now, in his home office with Helen half undressed in his lap, the thought took root. Groaning at the image of his sweet mermaid on display at the club, Reese helped her to stand up.
“Kitten, I want to see you on display.” The dress was tugged off her to pool on the floor. Her bra and panties quickly joined it. Pressing a finger into her damp folds from behind her growled. “Is the idea of being on display, making you wet, Kitten?”
“Yes, Sir.” She admitted quietly as she heard him removing his belt and undoing his jeans.
“I was going to eat your pussy.” Reese admitted as he stood and shed his own clothing. “But now, you have me desperate to feel you come on my cock.”
“Please, Sir.” Helen begged as je guided her to the chair that was formerly in *P’s and Q’s* dressing area.
“Tell me what you want, Kitten.”
“I want to come on your cock.”
“Up on your knees on the chair and then grab your handles.”
Helen knew the position well. It had become a favorite of theirs. So much so that there were now soft cuffs that she slid her hands through and then grabbed the anchored handles on the walls. Reese slid two fingers inside her, pumping in and out as he teased her clit.
“Sweet Kitten, I don’t know if I could handle anyone else seeing you like this.” He admitted as he knelt behind her and enjoyed the view. “So wet and so ready.”
“Please, Sir.” She begged and he stood up to line up behind her.
“Such a needy little Kitten.” Came the soft murmur as he slid into her, and they both moaned.
Grabbing her hips, he rocked her back and drove deep into her. The rhythm and pace picked up as Helen cried out for Reese. He encouraged her to ride out her orgasm. In the last few weeks, she had lost the ability to hold back her orgasms. They also came faster and harder.
Neither would object to this.
Reese moved a hand to her shoulder and pulled her up slightly, changing the angle and hitting her magic spot with every thrust. With a loud scream, her fingers straightened, and toes curled as she milked his cock to his own release.
“Fuck, baby.” He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. “You feel so good, I can’t help but come inside you.”
Small tremors coursed through both of their bodies as they both gasped for air. Pulling out of her, Reese removed her wrists from the cuffs. Then he carried her to their room and snuggled up around her in the bed for a nap.
“I love you.” She whispered as her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.
“I love you, Kitten.” He murmured against her temple content to watch her sleep. Placing a hand over her belly, a smile crossed his face as his babies kicked his hand. “I love both of you, too.”
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