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for carrots and even celery was voracious.
    “You should be grateful, I’m not demanding coal or ice cream and bacon all together,” Kath said as she finished a stick of celery. “I’ve heard of people wanting weird things. Me, my craving is raw veg, which I guess isn’t a bad thing. Well not that to the exclusion of everything else. The paella will go down a treat.”
    “Just as well.” Jeff gotten up to go to the door to answer the bell. “Because I chose it with you in mind.”
    “Ha, no, you chose it so you didn’t have to cook.”
    “And that.” Jeff came back to the table with a tray of covered dishes. Let’s eat.”

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    It had been an evening of chat and laughter, Jeff thought as he cleaned his teeth before joining Kath in bed. Now he had to harden his resolve and believe a nice, gentle climax wouldn’t harm the baby. Emma Lynn had been so patient with him when he’d asked her if they could talk, and in the end, she’d looked at him with fond exasperation.
    “Do you know how lucky you are, Jeff? How many women in a state of pregnancy horniness, and believe me on a scale of one to ten, that condition is at least twelve, would obey your diktat and not make themselves come? Bloody few. It take seconds to scratch the itch, believe me, I’ve done it. Although my Dom was happy for me to. And got great pleasure in watching.” Emma had laughed. “Don’t look so wide-eyed. Tom and I are happy you’ve kept our preferences to yourself, but now Kath knows, and that we’re deciding to come and play in one of your private rooms, I can at least tell you this. If it was dangerous, do you think for one second I’d have given Kath the go ahead? I even told you gentle penetration is fine. Okay, you’re not happy with that yet, but let the poor woman come. And let her help you as well. That’ll do more for her than you’ll ever realize to ease her through these first few weeks. It’s an ‘Oh, God what if he doesn’t fancy me when I look like a beached whale’ mindset while you’re pregnant. Stupid, irrational but hormonal. So for goodness sake don’t make her think you don’t fancy her now. Yes, you’re over worrying about your mum but…”
    “Kath’s not my mum and things have improved in the last thirty-odd years. Yes, I think that’s gradually getting through my thick skull. But, it’s so hard.”
    “Especially when you’re heavily involved in the lifestyle as well?” Emma Lynn had touched Jeff’s shoulder in sympathy. “Take it from one who knows, the lifestyle won’t go away, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. And the desire for a good spanking to grow stronger. Tom bought me a new flogger as a birth present. We still have it and he uses it on me every year on Melissa’s birthday.” She’d grinned. “Year number seven is coming up soon.”
    Jeff had liked the sound of that. Now as he snapped off the bathroom light and walked into the bedroom, he took a deep breath.
    Kath was lying in bed, reading.
    “Put the book down, pet. I think it’s time we sorted out some bedtime protocol, don’t you?”
    She dropped the book as if it was on fire and he tutted. “That’s a book, pet, you didn’t need to treat it as if it had a contagious disease.”
    “Sorry, Sir.” She picked it up and smoothed out the creased page before setting it down carefully on the bedside table.
    Jeff took a deep breath. Come on, show her you love her, show her you want her to be happy. Show her you’re her Master and what’s going to happen.
    “So, pet, I think we’re ready to start. When I come into bed with you, if you’re awake and willing, you’ll kiss my cock. You’ve hinted often enough you like the idea of that to be incorporated.”
    “Oh yes, Sir. And can I still play with your nipples?” Her look was a mixture of hope and mischief. How could he say no?
    “This isn’t to make either of us come, Kath, it’s merely our pre-sleep greet.”
    She grinned, and her face