Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 77: That Magical Wand

*Rose*

“So… Eli tells me you’re bored,” Tristan says as he walks into my room the next day to take over his shift. He is carrying a large black bag, one I’ve seen before, the one he carries his toys in.

I can’t help but grin at him. “Well, I have been locked up in my room for a while now.”

“Yes, locked up in your room and also held hostage by old lady underwear,” he jokes as if Eli has told him everything.

A laugh bursts through my lips. “That’s true,” I admit. “I don’t even know why those were in my drawer.”

“I don’t know. Maybe an old woman used to sleep in this room.” It is a possibility, I suppose. I hope that the old woman who used to own those pantyhose didn’t actually wear them.

She’d better hope she never has to wear them again.

“Well, I have plenty of toys to keep us busy,” Tristan assures me. “And real handcuffs, too. None of that makeshift elderly person drawers business.” He pulls out some cuffs that look long enough to reach from the center of the bed to each of the posts, and there are four of them. They’re black velvet cuffs with black chains, and they are much more of a turn on than the pantyhose Eli found.

But in fairness, the pantyhose had done their job.

“Now, take your clothes off, little flower,” Tristan demands. “Take them off really slowly. I want to savor every moment of you stripping.”

He is demanding, and I like that. I stand and take a few steps closer to him. He had been standing in the middle of the room, but now, he pulls out a chair from the dining room area and sits in it.

I do as he asked, taking my time, peeling every layer of clothing off slowly and watching his eyes as he gasps with wonder, as if he’s never seen my body before.

At one point, I think maybe he hasn’t when he gasps, “You’ve got a baby bump!”

“I know,” I assure him, my hands nestling beneath my protruding abdomen. “I’m pregnant, Tristan.”

He laughs at me and shakes his head slightly. “I hadn’t noticed it before.”

I can’t believe he hasn’t noticed because I feel like I’ve looked as if I swallowed a whole watermelon for months, but he’s right, I haven’t been showing this much for long. “Well, these are the children,” I tell him.

He stands then, and I am down to my thong, so I’ve almost done everything he wanted. He rubs my belly and then drops down to his knees and kisses a line across where the babies are nestled together softly in my tummy.

When he’s done, he stands, and his demeanor changes. “Drop your thong.”

“Yes, sir,” I declare, a shiver tingling down my spine.

I drop my thong, and he leads me over to the bed, where he takes his time securing all four of my limbs to the bed. “You comfortable?” he asks me.

“Yes, as long as you don’t forget about me,” I reply.

“Huh?”

He knows there’s something there, but I don’t want to sell Eli out by telling Tristan he fell asleep with me still tied up. “Nothing.”

Tristan strips down to his underwear, tight red briefs that show me he’s already hard for me. He pulls a black blindfold out of the bag and secures it around my face, and I almost immediately start laughing.

“What is it?” he asks me.

“Nothing,” I assure him but then can’t help but add, “but it doesn’t smell like the gym.”

“It had better not,” he says. The bed shifts as he bounds back off it, and then, I have to surrender my sense of sight and rely on everything else, namely feel.

Something soft brushes against my skin, from my stomach up to the valley between my breasts. It feels like a feather, but I know he doesn’t like for me to ask questions while he’s playing with his toys, so I remain silent and try to concentrate on how good it feels. He runs the feathered object all over me. Then, he switches to something a little rougher, but it still feels good.

Next, I hear a strange vibrating noise, and I immediately think of the toy I have in my drawer.

But this is louder. The purr reminds me of the roar of a boat engine.

I am a little frightened, so I ask, “What is that?”

“This…” he begins, “is my magic wand. I don’t use this with just anyone, and I don’t use it very often.”

“I sure hope you cleaned it since the last time you used it,” I mumble.

“Of course! I would never use unsanitized toys, Rose,” he replies.

“It sounds big,” I say with a cautious tone.

“It is. It’s huge,” Tristan exclaims. For a moment, I think I should clarify that I’m talking about the toy, not his dick. “But I won’t insert it inside of you this time, little flower. It might take out one of the babies, or at the very least, make them blind in one eye.”

“Well, don’t maim the children!” I advise him.

He only laughs.

Then, I feel the object he has been holding on my thigh, and I am no longer in a humorous mood. It is huge, and the end of it is vibrating so quickly, it sends a thrill of electricity shooting through my body.

He runs it up one thigh and down the other, and I find myself bucking, wishing he’d run it against my folds.

But instead of doing that, he lifts it and places it against my left nipple, and I bite into my bottom lip and moan as he runs it across my chest to my other nipple.

“You like that?” Tristan asks in a husky voice.

“Yes,” is all I can manage to eke out as I’m feeling breathless.

“Good,” he affirms. “Your nipples are so hard.

I feel his breath on me before he takes my left nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, hard, his wand on my other nipple. I can't even tell which one feels better, but I want to press his head further against me. I can’t move, though, which makes it even more enticing.

Tristan draws his head away, and then, he lowers his magic wand, and the vibrating hits my outer folds. I gasp and lift up slightly, my body wishing he would move it inside. He doesn’t, not yet, and I am practically begging him to with my body language.

Tristan is amused, but when he uses his hand to open me wide, holding my most sensitive spot between his fingers, I am already on fire.

Then, he presses the magic wand against me, and I am set aflame. I buck my hips and arch my back, moaning and crying out as my mind goes fuzzy from all of the pleasure his toy is bringing me.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, little flower?” he asks me.

“Goddess… yes,” I manage to hiss out. I fall over the edge within a matter of seconds, and my mind goes fuzzy from wave after wave of desire.

I want to beg him for more and also push him away, but without being able to use my hands, and unable to speak because I can’t breathe, I am at Tristan’s mercy.

He can read my body perfectly, though, and when he knows I can’t take anymore, he pulls it away, and then I feel the bed adjust again as he’s off and then back onto the mattress.

When he pushes inside of me, I am already so sensitive, I cry out immediately. He fills me and stretches me beyond my capabilities, and he is pounding into me hard. It feels so good, but every time he touches my clit, I feel like I’m going to split in two.

Tristan doesn’t take his time, which I appreciate, because I am spent. He jerks a few times and empties his seed inside of me, and I feel one last flicker of lightning shoot through me.

Then, he collapses onto the mattress next to me, struggling to catch his breath.

I focus on bringing air into my lungs, but when I’m finally able to breathe again, a wave of panic washes over me as I say, “Tristan? Don’t forget to–”

“On it, little flower,” he assures me, and I feel his fingers brushing against my wrists as he uncuffs me.

I breathe a sigh of relief. I was a little concerned he might leave me that way, but soon enough, I’m free. He removes the blindfold and crushes me to his chest. He kisses me, and I kiss him back, exhausted.

I want to see his magic wand just so I know what he was using to make my body feel so good, but I don’t dare ask because, knowing Tristan, if I ask to see his magic wand, it won’t be the toy he shows me, and he’ll think I’m ready for round two.

And I’m gonna need more time to recover from that!