The Billionaire's Kept Woman

Chapter 172 - The Mate

Connor was currently busy baking some pastries and making a mango float for his beloved so he won't buy it every time outside. He also kept checking Johanna in the pool where she's playing with Hunter. She's busy training the puppy and although it's still a baby, Johanna seemed to tame him already. He smiled at how Johanna treated Hunter. She'll be a good mom too and he can't wait to have their little angel.

He put the mango float on the fridge and set up the cake that he's baking on a timer. He went to the porch. Although it's already night, their puppy was still hyper when it comes to playing. He sat down on the doorstep beside Johanna.

"How are you feeling, babe?" He peeked at her beautiful face.

"Fine." She said and threw another ball for Hunter to fetch.

"Okay," Connor used with her plain answer. He moved closer to her and hugged her tightly. "How's our baby?" He reached her tummy.

"Uh, it's okay." She mumbled and kissed his lips. He quickly responded.

Connor gently pushed her and scooped her face.

"So, how about lovemaking?" He suggested. "It's been like three nights now~~that we haven't… you know."

"Wait after three months." She said and took the ball that Hunter fetched. She threw it again as Hunter ran in a zigzag direction.

Johanna smiled in amusement and Hunter came back with the ball excitedly.

"I feel jealous now," Connor mumbled.

"Let's go to the kitchen." She stood as Connor and Hunter followed her.

He thought that she's hungry but the fact that she removed her sexy panty under her dress made him freeze.

"Babe?" He called.

"You want it right?" She smirked at him.

Connor gulped. She pointed to Hunter. Then, he quickly set up Hunter in his cage with a few more treats. He washed his hands carefully while she's bending down at the counter table. He quickly wiped off his hands and held her waist.

"I'm horny now," Johanna mumbled.

"Yes…" He quickly pushed down his khaki shorts and rubbed them to her wet core. He kissed her neck down to her shoulders while his hands worked to her breasts. "Jo…" He mumbled.

"I want you to be gentle, okay?"

"Yes…"

The couple was busy making love at that time and he even emptied his balls for her. And just right in time when the oven chimed. He gently pulled out as he turned to the even to open it.

"Shit." He cursed and quickly pulled his khaki shorts on and took the mitten.

"It smells good," Johanna mumbled. He grinned at her as he put it on the pan cooler.

Johanna put her underwear back and fixed her dress.

"It's all for you and our baby." He removed the mitten and kissed her lips. "I love you. That's why." He kissed her lips again. "Let me set this up so I could feed you."

"Okay." She nodded. "I want ice cream cake next time."

"Sure thing."

"I'll take a shower and deliver it to my room."

Connor somehow felt like a wife more than a husband. Still, he loved her and he didn't care much about the things that he should do around the house. He was the one who asked her to live with him and so, he should treat her like a Queen. Maybe it's also because of love, that's why he's enslaving himself for her. Some people would have thought that it was toxic, but only he could understand her sufferings.

After he put the icing on the custard cake, he had two slices and plated them carefully. He put it on the tray with two glasses of warm milk. He smiled and went upstairs to her room. She came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. She approached him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She's sweet sometimes and cold sometimes. He loved both. He kissed her top head.

"Thank you for taking care of me." She mumbled.

"It's nothing, Jo. I love you. That's all that matters."

"This time, please put a chain on my hands. I don't want to sleepwalk again and kill someone else in my sleep."

"Are you sure?" he frowned.

"Yes."

"Alright." He grinned at her. "It's a good thing that I bought kinky cuffs."

She giggled and snuggled to his chest.

"I will give birth to our baby and if ever I don't make it, please take care of our baby and Hunter."

"Babe, you'll make it. I'll protect you." He reached her chin and kissed her lips.

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Tracey didn't expect to have this big headache. It's already late and she hasn't had her dinner. She slipped off from bed to go to the kitchen and ask the maid to prepare her food. But hearing her mother laughing made her curious. When she reached the kitchen, her mom was talking with Ian as they seemed to prepare something.

"Uh, what's going on?" Tracey asked as the two stopped laughing and looked at her.

"Well, your boyfriend is really funny, my dear. Ian and I prepared your late dinner."

She looked at the food and frowned at the beefsteak.

"I don't like beef." She told them.

"Love, you also need some protein in your body," Ian said it softly like he's coaxing a baby. He acted like a boyfriend too, so well.

"Ian mentioned to me about the catfight." Gena sighed. "Darling, you need to eat some meat too. Like once a week or twice."

Tracey shook her head.

"Look, babe. This is medium-well. It's not rare…" Ian explained. "I also put basil on it while I am frying it."

Tracey groaned and looked at her mom who was grinning at her.

"This is beef wagyu, the very first class," Ian explained again.

"That's expensive," Tracey mumbled.

"Yes, that's why I grill it for you so you can enjoy luxury."

She never tasted beef since it's expensive and she doesn't want to get fat. But the beef smells great.

"I'll leave the two of you alone. I have to leave early tomorrow."

Gena kissed Tracey's forehead and then she left the two alone.

"Your mom has dinner outside. So, I will make your dinner."

"You know that I don't like meat."

"Yeah," He smacked her butt that made her frown. "I want you to be plumper. You know what I want."

"Fine." She sat down and found his hand on her lap. He seemed to be teasing her. "Would you also protect my mom?"

"Yes, of course." He grinned at her. "Be a good girl. You need this."

She took a bite of the steak and the flavors exploded in her mouth. It tasted so good. It's been a while since she had beef or pork. Since it's also expensive. She enjoyed the meat with him and since she's starving so good, she finished that slice and ate the salad that he also made. After they are done with dinner, the maid cleans up the kitchen for them and he takes her back to her room.

Tracey stayed on standing as she crossed her arms.

"So, what are other plans that you want me to do?" She asked.

The man sat down on her swivel chair and he signed her to come closer to him. She thought that he would answer her, but he didn't. She submissively approached him and stood in front of him. He pulled her shirt.

"Remove this."

Tracey knew that he's using her body. She likes having sex with him. If it's one way to have that protection for her and her mother, she'll do everything to have that protection. She slowly removed her shirt that covered her hickeys. His hot stare was slowly making her melt. Then, he pointed to her cotton shorts. She gently pushed it down and stepped out from it.

She suddenly felt cold after taking her clothes off.

"You are sexy. Like Victoria's Secret model. But," he reached her flat stomach. "I want your butt to be plumper. So, tomorrow… We'll start working out. Shall we?"

"How long are you going to use my body?"

"As long as it's needed."

"Then, I should probably go to my doctor to ask for pills."

"Would it make you fat?" He asked.

She rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"Yeah,"

"Good then." He caressed her sides. "You are now my sex mate… I'll treat you well."

"Like how? Ramming on me all night?" She snorted. He laughed and caressed her slender thighs.

"Darling, protecting you is hard enough."

"Do I also get a break? Your lower part isn't small."

He laughed so loud and held her small waist with his big hands. He then pressed her speaker as sexy music started playing.

"Dance." He said sexily.

She started moving her hips for him.

"Yes, that's it."

She has been called a slut many times. She doesn't care now if she was called the same way. It's her first time to be a slut now. To dance to the man who used her body in exchange for being protected by this man. She turned back and gently touched her butt to his crotch. She continued dancing while he unbuckled his pants. He sat down and ripped her underwear.

"Now, ride on me, Tracey."

She doesn't know what to do or how to do that one. But seeing how aroused he was made her like a slut. She liked it and she wanted to be this. Sex is casual for her and being called a slut is nothing for her now. As long as someone liked it. Even when she gets a little fat.

"Yes, baby!" He exclaimed when he didn't move as she kept thrusting while he's sitting on her swivel chair, holding her waist.