32.

Infinity.

"I'm going to be in Paris for the next week," Ian said, as I watched him dress. I was lazing on the bed, watching him get dressed for work.

"One whole week?" I muttered, already hating his work.

"Mostly," Ian turned to look at me. "I'll try my best to try to come back soon."

I could feel the wheels turning in my head. I was a bit insecure, even though I knew Ian loved me. It had been three months since we were together. And those three months were bliss.

"With whom?"

Ian looked surprised. "With my colleagues."

"Girls?"

Ian walked to where I was on the bed. "Khlo, I only have eyes for you."

I looked away. I knew that. But for the life of me, I couldn't get a hold on my thoughts. I was becoming protective of Ian, and now I wanted to cry.

"Khloe," Ian sighed. "I love you, only you. There is no one else for me. Ever."

Tears prickled my eyes. "Go."

Ian turned my face to his, his eyed widened. "Why are you crying?"

I shook my head. "Go, Ian."

"Khlo, sweetheart, what's wrong?"

I turned away from him. "Nothing. Just go."

"You have work," Ian reminded me when it became obvious that I wasn't going to answer him.

"I'm not going."

"Khlo." When I saw the worry on his face, guilt filled me. "You need to tell me what's wrong."

"I need to be alone," I muttered.

The sheet fell down from my naked body, suddenly making me feel very exposed. I pulled it up, and Ian frowned.

"I'm not going anywhere," Ian said, as he undid his shirt, and kept his laptop bag on the table. He sat down on the bed. "And neither will you until you tell me what exactly is going on."

"It's nothing," I muttered.

"Khloe," the warning was clear in Ian's voice.

"Fuck off," I was on a roll.

Ian glared at me. "I will fucking punish you, Khloe. I'm giving you ten seconds to spill, or I'm going to spank you, and it's not going to be nice."

I was mentally counting the seconds, and so was he. When his eyes narrowed, words tumbled out of my mouth.

"I don't know, okay? I just feel so weird. And I'm jealous, and I'm being a bitch to you, and I-"

Ian's eyes widened. He took out his phone, and I frowned. I was going to snap at him, but when he looked up with wide eyes, I stilled.

"What?"

He got up. "I'll be right back. And don't you dare move from this place."

I nodded. Ian was gone for a whole ten minutes. Every minute felt like torture to me. I was literally counting the seconds and the number of patterns on the bedspread.

I got off the bed, and pulled on a pair of panties and one of Ian's shirts. Just as I was walking into the kitchen, Ian walked in. He had a bag in his hand, which he instantly thrust in my hand.

"Go."

"What?"

"It's a test." He didn't have to say what test.

I swallowed. Fuck. I quietly took the test in my hand, walking to the bathroom. I was horrified. As we waited for the stick to show the results, my eyes were trained on Ian.

He looked unnaturally calm, his face giving nothing away.

"We used protection," I whispered, when the silence became too much for me.

"They aren't fool proof, Khlo," I took the teasing tone in his voice as a good sign.

I didn't say anything. Just as I was about to go into the bathroom, Ian stopped me.

"I will," he murmured.

I nodded, my nerves lighting up. When Ian walked out of the bathroom, his face blank.

"Ian?"

The minute his name left my lips, I was in his arms, as he twirled me around. His eyes shone with joy.

"We're having a baby, Khlo," he almost shouted, joyously. My first reaction was worry. Were we even ready for a baby? We had been together only three months.

Were we even ready for such a huge responsibility? A baby. Ian frowned when he noticed the worry on my face.

"Khlo, you don't have to be worried," he murmured. "We will get through this. Together."

The worry dissipated. Joy filled my heart. We were having a baby! Maybe we were too young, maybe it was too fast, but I knew that we would get through it.

The happiness on Ian's face stunned me. I almost slammed my lips on his, loving the feel of him. His soft lips tugged at mine, pulling my lower lip, nibbling it with his teeth.

His tongue probed, and I opened my mouth, letting him in. I loved the way he felt, I loved the way he kissed me. God, I loved this man.

"Take me to bed."

Ian didn't waste any time, almost running back into the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of my body.

I could feel the change in the air, the electricity running through us. Slowly, I put my hands under the shirt I was we wearing, pulling it up and throwing it on the floor. Just as I was doing the same with my panties, Ian stopped me.

"I want to do that." Then ge smirked devilishly at me. "With my teeth."

Oh god. I gasped in a breath. He took off his shirt, pulling off his pants as well.

Our lips met in a flurry of teeth, tongue and hands. My hands roamed his body, while his fingers pulled at my already pebbled nipples.

Moans left my lips as he moved his lips down, sucking at my neck, sucking on my breasts. I loved the way his moth felt against my body.

My hands clawed at his back as he drew one nipple into hid mouth, sucking hard, making me release a shuddering breath.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better he moved his attention to my other breast, making my body rise in pleasure.

"F-Fuck," I couldn't even speak straight. "I-Ian, inside."

Ian just looked at me, and smirked. He moved his lips down my body, licking and kissing every inch on my stomach. He stopped right above my navel.

"I'm going to give our little princess the best life," he whispered against my skin, kissing my navel. "You have made me the happiest man, baby."

My breathing hitched. Maybe he was talking to the baby, or to me. I had no idea. He went further down, pulling down my panties with his teeth, making me shudder, making me wetter than I was with the anticipation.

"Ian, please ."

Just as the words left my mouth, his lips kissed my core, and he pulled my clit into his mouth. Moans left my lips, as spasms of pleasure wrecked my body, and all I could do was plead. Plead for him to leave me, plead for him to finish, plead for him to love me.

Ian came up, lining his cock against my wet pussy. "I love you, baby."

Just as he said that, he thrust inside, hard and fast, sending my body into another spiral of orgasms. He continued his rhythm, and I felt the tell-tale signs of another orgasm.

Just as I was about to come again, Ian spoke.

"Marry me, Khloe."

I screamed out a yes as he brought me to another orgasm. He followed soon after, kissing me.

"I love you, Khloe."

I grinned at him. "Ditto."

"I always told you we'd be together." I could see the smirk on his face. But there was wonder too. 

"I know," I whispered. "And I'm happy we are."

"Our princess is going to have fucking awesome parents."

"And if its a boy?" I laughed.

Ian grinned. "Oh well, he'll have to do."

I smacked his arm. "Ian!"

"I'm kidding, Khlo. I'm sure he will have you wrapped around his finger."

"You too, mister," I teased.

"We should get married soon."

I smirked."Let's elope."

Ian got off the bed so fast, I couldn't stop laughing. "Let's go, baby."

As he quickly threw in a few things in a duffel bag, I knew we would be fine. More than fine, we would be amazing. And as he pulled me up, I couldn't help the wonder.

We really were eloping.

*********

Thrills. Those little moments of adrenaline rush in our bodies, the feelings of excitement and the feeling that you could conquer anything.

It had been quite a while since I had remotely felt those feelings. Why? Because Ian said so.

I was getting tired of the sitting around just because I was pregnant. It made no sense whatsoever. I wasn't allowed to ride the motorcycle, something which I loved.

wanted that thrill. I craved that thrill. Ian wasn't coming home for two days, this was more or less the perfect opportunity. I couldn't pass that up.

Now that we had moved to another building, I knew Parker couldn't sneak on me and the Ian. And for that, I was more than grateful.

I put on my best biker girl jeans, which were completely ripped, a tank top which did nothing to hide my figure and a jacket. If I was going to ride a motorcycle, I may as well look like it.

I quickly locked up, and went down. Much to Ian's annoyance, I had insisted that the motocycle come with us to the new building too.

A small shriek of delight passed my lips as I felt the air against my skin. I didn't realize how much I missed riding a bike until now.

I moved faster, grinning as my hair blew against the wind. I loved it.

This was cathartic. I could feel my tension go away, just as I felt pure, unadulterated pleasure.

This was the kind of rush that gave you a heady feeling, that left you wanting me, that made you feel free and it gave you so much control. The cars passing by were merely a blur, like those fast paced scenes you see in movies.

Well, that was until I heard that voice I could recognize anywhere in the world. "Khloe!"

I stopped the motorcycle suddenly, almost flying off of it in the process. The world came to a standstill as the car stopped next to me. Holy fuck.

I got off the motorcycle just as Ian got out of the car. His eyes flashed with anger, and he looked absolutely furious.

"Ia--"

His narrowed eyes and curt voice stopped me, "Don't. Are you fucking insane?"

I didn't say anything. I knew there was no use talking to Ian when he was this angry. It would only anger him more and make him even more unreasonable.

"It's just a ride." I still couldn't help the words that left my lips.

He narrowed his eyes. "Which might as well have killed you."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, Ian. A bike ride won't kill me. They're pretty harmless."

"Don't, " the hard edge in his voice made me take a step back. "You ate not only putting your life in danger, but one more life, Khlo. Have you thought about that?"

That did it for me. I looked away, embarrassed.

When Ian lifted my face to his with a finger, I could see that the chase had turned him on. His eyes were stormy, this time with lust. And fuck, if I didn't feel it too.

"You've been bad, Khlo," his words sent me into a dizzy mess.

Fuck. "Maybe you should punish me," I quipped, knowing very well I was playing with fire.

"Maybe I should," Ian agreed.

I smirked, rising on my toes to meet his lips. His hot lips met mine in a hard kiss that had my knees going weak. Just as I pressed into him, my hands seeking his hair, he pulled back.

I frowned. Ian smirked. "Get in the car, there is a surprise for you in the dashboard. Once you put them in, tell me."

I raised my eyebrows. Okay. As soon as I saw what he was talking about though, I wasn't sure I wanted to know what his plans were.

His present was two black balls attached with a string. I knew where there went, and I knew what exactly they did. I gulped, looking at the balls.

When there was a tap on the window, I jumped. Ian stood there, pointing at his watch. I frowned. Looking around, I slowly slid down my jeans, along with my panties.

It didn't come as a particular surprise to me that I was soaked. The balls went in easily, much more easily than I expected them to.

Once I was done, I tapped on the closed window. Ian looked at me, and bent down. I opened the window just low enough for his head to be seen.

"Put on your jeans. And come out."

I quickly did that, the thought of exhibitionism not really enticing me.

Once I was out, I couldn't even stand with a million feelings pulsing through my system.

"Now, you will stand on the other side of the road, as people for a lift, and for the next ten minutes every positive answer will earn you a hard spank."

Oh holy fuck.

I gulped. "Are you serious?"

Ian raised his eyebrows. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"I can't do that!" I exclaimed, mortified.

"Then?"

"Anything but that!"

Ian was silent for a minute, before an amused look passes his face. He looked down at me, bent down and pecked my lips.

"I have just the thing. Get in."

I sighed in relief, and as Ian got in, the relief turned to worry. "My bike?"

Ian frowned. "I'll ask Parker to come and get it."

I nodded, settling down against the leather as the car moved fast.

I half expected Ian to do something in the car, but he didn't. I was aware of my pussy clenching the balls, sending a gusto of feelings through me.

"Are we going home?"

"We're making a stop on our way," Ian answered.

"Where?" I hoped it wasn't a public place.

"Don't worry, you won't have to come out." was all Ian said, and somehow it added to the entire mystery.

Ian's stop turned out to be a hardware store, and while I sat I'm the car, he went in and was out in ten minutes with a bag, whose contents I wasn't allowed to see.

Once we were home though, Ian's demeanor changed. And I saw right through it. He was in his dominant mode, and it would do me well and good to not say a word.

On our way up, all I could think of was how much I wanted Ian's hands on me, his cock in me, his tongue on me.

My imagination was on a roll, making me wetter by the second. My nipples pebbled against my shirt, clearly visible.

"Ian," my voice was a breath, full of raw, wanton need.

His eyes met mine, full of lust and amusement. The bag was still in his hand, and my curiosity couldn't get enough.

"Let's go," as soon as the doors opened, he took my hand.

Once the door closed behind us, leaving us alone in our apartment, Ian put the bag down.

"Strip."

After all this time, I was no longer shy in front of him. I loved stripping for him, I loved teasing him. I took off my jacket, slowly taking off the shirt. I shimmied out of my jeans, finally standing in front of him in just my panties.

"Those too, Khlo."

I quickly took them off, wanting to get on with this punishment so he could fuck me good and hard.

Ian picked up the bag, taking out rope. He was tying me up. A part of me loved that.

"Do you trust me, Khlo?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Of course I do."

"Good." His eyes shone of obvious warmth with my answer.

Instead of tying up my hands, like I expected him to, he pulled the rope into a makeshift belt across my hips, tying it at the back.

"What are y--"

"You'll see," he didn't even let me finish.

He pulled the rope across my ass, through my inner thighs, and the two sides of the rope rubbed either side of my lower lips.

With the balls inside me, and the sensation of these rubbing, I could feel an orgasm building.

"Fuck." I moaned as Ian pulled the rope higher, making the ropes stroke my skim, sending hot waves through me body.

"This, sweetheart, is going to be your punishment. So close yet so far," Ian's words were soft, yet firm.

His lips met mine, and I reached up, kissing him hard. His hands caught my wrists, pulling them together.

"Ian," my garbled moan was met with his lips.

His lips trailed down my neck, leaving small kisses all across my collarbone, before he got up and reached into the bag again.

He took out a ribbon. "Hold your hands in front of me, Khlo."

Not saying a word, I held our my hands to him, as he tied the ribbon across them.

He pulled me to the couch, bending me across the arms, causing the rope to bit my skin, and a fresh wave of pleasure rippled through me.

I wanted him. The anticipation of the spank was killing me. My the balls stared vibrating, making me jump.

"Please," I didn't know what I was begging for. "Please, Ian!"

Just as his name left my lips, his hand came down on my ass, making me rise up with the force, and gasp.

"Do you like this Khlo? The feel of the sting against your ass, the balls vibrating inside you?"

"Oh yes!"

"What do you want Khlo?" With the question he spanked me again.

"You, oh god, you," my voice was a breathless cry.

"Maybe we'll wait just a bit longer," Ian's words were soft, teasing.

"Ian please," my voice sounded husky even to me.

"Do you know beautiful you look right now? So sexy, tied up, with a rope running across your clit, vibrating balls deep in your pussy, your nipples standing to attention. Do you know it feels knowing that I bought you here? To the edge. That all it's going to take is a little flick of my fingers and you're going to come?"

"Please," if the sensations in my body made me hot, his words set me on fire.

When he smacked me again, I cried out, waiting for more. When he spanked me after that, I knew that it was the last one.

"Please, Ian," my words were garbled, I had tears in my eyes. I wanted to come. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted it hard.

Ian slid one balls out of me in one go, and was inside me in the next second.

I cried out, as he thrust into me, hard and fast. The rope was still rubbing me, making me run to the edge faster.

When Ian's teeth clamped down on me neck, I screamed as an orgasm crashed down on me.

Ian kept going, his groans sounding like music to my ears. He was close, I knew it.

When Ian came, it sent me all over the edge again. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, even though it was probably a few minutes.

"I love you, baby," Ian's soft spoken words made me grin.

"I'd feel the love if you took off the rope," I couldn't help my sarcastic retort.

Ian laughing, helping me up, and I sat down on the couch as he took off the rope, throwing it aside.

My eyes met his, and I leaned down to meet his lips for a soft kiss.

"I love you, too."

That's our story of forever. 

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