Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 94

~Anning~

I kept opening my mouth to say something and then closing it again, chickening out, because the thing I wanted to say was stuck in my throat like a giant embarrassing boulder and I wasn’t sure if dropping it would make her laugh, freak out, or kick me out forever.

She noticed, of course. She always notices.

"Okay, spit it out," she said, propping her chin on my chest and staring up at me with those eyes that make my brain short-circuit. "You’ve been doing that goldfish thing for ten minutes. What’s the big secret? You got a third nipple? You’re actually Yu Jin in disguise? Tell me."

I groaned and covered my face with both hands. "It’s worse than that."

"Worse than being your half-brother? Doubt it."

"Shut up," I mumbled through my fingers. "This is serious. Or embarrassing. Or both. I don’t know."

She pulled my hands away, pinning them above my head with one of hers because apparently she’s strong when she wants to be, and smirked down at me. "Serious embarrassing? My favorite combo. Spill before I start tickling."

"Don’t you dare."

"Then talk."

I took a huge breath. "Fine. I... okay, don’t laugh. I like BDSM stuff. Like, I’ve always been curious about it. Not the hardcore fifty-shades basement dungeon crap, but... tying up, spanking, being told what to do, maybe some toys. I used to watch porn about it and feel all guilty and turned on and confused because I thought I was straight and vanilla and whatever. But now that we’re... this..." I gestured between us with my trapped hands. "I keep thinking about it with you and I don’t know if you’d be into it or if you’d think I’m a freak and... "

She cut me off by kissing me hard, deep, tongue and teeth until I was dizzy and whimpering into her mouth. When she pulled back her eyes were dark and her grip on my wrists tightened.

"You done rambling?"

I nodded, breathless.

"Okay ." She sat up, straddling my waist, still holding my hands down. "First, you’re not a freak. Second, why the hell didn’t you say this sooner? Third... " she leaned down close, lips brushing my ear "... I’ve thought about tying you up since the night you cried on my couch in that tiny tank top and I had to pretend I wasn’t staring at your boobs."

I squeaked. Actually squeaked. "You... what?"

"Yeah." She bit my earlobe, not gentle. "I’ve had fantasies. Lots. You on your knees calling me ma’am. Me spanking your ass red because you talked back. Blindfolds. Cuffs. All of it. I just figured you were Miss Vanilla Engagement Ring and I’d scare you off."

I stared at her, mouth open. "You’re kidding."

"Nope." She grinned wicked, grinding down a little so I felt how wet she already was again. "I’m a switch, baby. I like giving and taking. But mostly? I really like the idea of making you beg."

My whole body lit up, heat rushing everywhere. "Oh my God."

"Yeah, oh my God." She released my wrists, sat back. "So we’re doing this?"

I nodded fast, probably looking desperate. "Yes. Please. But I’ve never actually done anything. Just watched and imagined."

"Same." She shrugged. "We’ll figure it out together. Safewords, boundaries, all that. But first.. " her grin turned evil "... we need supplies."

"Supplies?"

"Yeah. Cuffs. Rope. Maybe a paddle. Vibrator that isn’t your ancient college one. Blindfold. The basics."

I laughed, nervous and excited. "You’re way too calm about this."

"I’ve had years to plan," she said, climbing off me and grabbing her phone. "Come on. Shower, food, then we’re going shopping."

"Shopping? Like, now?"

"Yes, now. There’s that discreet adult store twenty minutes away. They’ve got everything and nobody asks questions."

I sat up, heart pounding. "What if someone sees us?"

"Then they’ll know we have great sex. Boo hoo." She tossed me a t-shirt. "Get dressed, perv. We’re buying toys to wreck each other with."

I pulled the shirt on, still reeling. "You’re really into this?"

She walked over, cupped my face, kissed me soft this time. "I’m into you. The kink is just bonus. As long as we both want it and nobody gets hurt in a bad way, I’m game."

I felt my eyes sting again, stupid emotions. "I love you."

"Love you too, brat." She smacked my ass lightly. "Now move before I decide to spank you right here with my hand and we never leave."

We showered fast, mostly making out against the tiles and laughing when we slipped, then threw on clothes, her in jeans and a hoodie, me stealing another one of her shirts because it smelled like her. We grabbed convenience-store kimbap on the way because neither of us had eaten real food in like a day, eating in the car while she drove.

"So," she said around a mouthful, "safeword. We need one."

"Uh... red?" I offered.

"Basic but works. Yellow for slow down, green for good. Cool?"

"Cool."

"Hard limits?"

I thought about it. "No blood. No permanent marks. No humiliation that’s mean, like calling me worthless or whatever. I want fun bratty stuff, not soul-crushing."

"Same," she said. "And no sharing. Ever. This is just us."

"Obviously." I rolled my eyes. "I’d murder anyone who touched you."

"Possessive. Cute." She grinned. "I like when you get jealous."

"You would."

We parked outside the store, plain building with blacked-out windows and a tiny sign that just said "Adult." My stomach flipped.

"You nervous?" she asked, taking my hand.

"Yeah. Excited too."

"Me too." She squeezed. "We can leave anytime. No pressure."

But we didn’t leave. We walked in, bell jingling, and the guy behind the counter barely looked up. The place was bigger inside than I expected rows of toys, lingerie, DVDs nobody buys anymore, and a whole wall of BDSM gear.

Hana dragged me straight to it like she’d been here before. Maybe she had. I didn’t ask.

"Okay," she said, picking up soft leather cuffs with buckles. "These for wrists. Fur inside so they don’t chafe."

I touched them, heart racing. "Those."

She added them to the basket she’d grabbed. Then rope, soft cotton, bright pink because she said black was cliché. A blindfold, silk. A paddle, small and leather on one side, fur on the other.

"Reversible," she explained, smirking. "For when you’re good or bad."

I laughed, face burning. "You’re enjoying this too much."

"You have no idea."

We wandered to the vibrator section. She held up a wand, powerful looking. "This. For edging you until you cry."

I swallowed. "Yes please."

Then a smaller one with a remote. "So I can torture you in public one day."

"Hana!"

"What? You’ll love it." She tossed it in.

Nipple clamps, adjustable with little bells. "These if you’re brave."

I bit my lip. "Maybe. Start gentle."

"Always."

By the time we checked out the basket was full and my legs were shaky. The total made Hana blink but I paid without flinching, handing over her card like it was groceries.

Gotta show off for my tities mama

In the car I stared at the bag in my lap. "We really did that."

"We really did." She started driving. "And tonight we’re testing everything. Slowly. You say red, we stop. No questions."

I nodded, squeezing her thigh. "I trust you."

She glanced over, eyes soft for a second. "I trust you too. This is gonna be fun, Ning."

"Yeah," I whispered, already imagining it... her tying me up, telling me what to do, making me beg. "So much fun."

We got home and dumped everything on the bed, laughing at how much we’d bought. She picked up the cuffs first, dangling them.

"Ready to start practicing?"

I knelt on the bed without thinking. "Yes."

Her grin went full predator. "Good girl."

And just like that, I knew we were in for the best kind of trouble.