Bullied and the Bitch

Chapter 32: This isn't Jealousy

Over the course of the next few days, El and I settle in to living together – officially. In one room. No more sneaking around, of which I'm greatly relieved, but I know my girlfriend misses her family. She worries about them all the time.

At the same time, she's adapting to her place in my house. The servants have a hard time persuading her not to do things, especially not to do their jobs but she protests against this very strongly.

"But- I can't just let you guys do all the work!" she tells my maids as she tries to help with the washing.

"Don't worry, Miss," they laugh at her. "We're getting paid for it."

I notice though, that the maids like her a whole lot. In fact, much more than they like me. Which is fair, considering how much I yelled at them in the past. And how El is – she tries so hard to show them that she's no one special, undeserving of their services. She's so cute, how could they hate her?

"Seriously though, don't do their work," I tell her while she argues with one of my maids about being allowed to wash the dishes. "You're pregnant."

"I can still do the washing. I'm not handicapped," she argues back. I shake my head and let her resume her argument with the maids.

Something new about El presents itself over the course of the next few days as well. El takes her position as my one and only very seriously. These days, when I wake up, I'm not surprised to find her between my legs, sucking and licking me into an orgasm. She learns fast, and soon it takes her little over ten minutes to make me cum. She also refuses to let me do the same to her.

"It's fine. I'm okay."

"No, it's not fine. I want to make you happy too."

A small smile spreads across her face. "So I'm making you happy?"

"So much," I sigh, my body still tingling from the orgasm she gave me.

"Yay." She grins. And then she skips off towards the bathroom. But I don't give in. That night, on the Friday, a week after she had turned up on my doorstep, I tackle her, growling. I strip her down and, in my rush, tear the clothing off her. It was one of the cheap T-shirts she'd bought for herself, so I didn't care too much about it.

"Ian?!" I had already stripped mine and had been waiting for her eagerly in bed.

I cup her breasts. "They're swelling," I giggle. It had grown bigger since last I'd touched it, and I know that I'd soon have to buy her maternity bras. "For our baby, huh." I suck one of her pink nipples, wondering if milk would come out. None came out, though. It was too soon. So I tried to suck even harder.

They become exceedingly erect, and she holds on to my elbows. Her thumb strokes the skin there as I suck her breasts. In several months, our baby would be the one drinking from these mammoth globes and the thought makes me shiver. I nibble the hardened peaks. She makes a whine of protest.

"Sorry," I tell her. I'd accidentally put too much pressure in my eagerness.

"It's okay..." she replies, her eyes twin pools of gleaming sapphire. I kiss her nipples, trying to beg her forgiveness. It doesn't take long until I've soothed the injuries I'd caused, and she's back to writhing helplessly in my arms.

Her hand slips down and she gets to my core. She strums my clit expertly, her eyes caught on mine as she pleasures me. "Oh..." A moan escapes me. Then one slim finger slips inside and begins steadily sliding in and out. I continue to kiss and suck her breasts for a few seconds, until I'm satisfied. I can barely think from the arousal clouding my brain from my girlfriend's touch.