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Bianka's Baby

By: Cerise Noble
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2015 by Blushing Books� and Cerise Noble
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Seeking to rid herself of lingering feelings for her ex and broaden her sexual horizons, Bianka decides to embark on a series of one-night stands. But when a condom breaks, everything changes.

The condom belongs to Pista, a hot, handsome bartender. He always wanted to have kids one day, though he was not actively seeking for their mother quite yet. When he finds out the woman from a one-night stand is pregnant, he feels that it's time to decide what to do. Walk away? Or make her his own?

But just convincing Bianka that he is willing and able to take her as his girl comes with a unique set of challenges. They have different relationship paradigms, for one thing, and for another, Bianka's trust level of men - any man - is at an all time low.

At least they do have some things in common; they both feel very intensely about spanking and sex, and both have at least a passing acquaintanceship with the practices, as well as the pitfalls, of the BDSM world.

Can this traditional young man from a traditional Hungarian family possibly take charge of a highly emotional young woman who is confused and unsure of herself due to an unexpected pregnancy, and make a successful life with her? Come along with Cerise Noble while she tells you what happens to Bianka's Baby.

Chapter One

Bianka stared at the pee stick. Is that one line or two? She consulted the instructions. It looked like two lines. For sure? What if it's wrong? What does two lines mean? She fumbled with the instructions again. Two means pregnant. No, no, no. That can't be right. A dollar store test is just a waste of money. I'll get another on my way home from work.

She fretted all day, answering phones, calling clients, setting up appointments. She took notes, typed correspondence, updated the company's social media presence. And she continued to fret.

She went to the pharmacy after work, and even though she couldn't afford it, she bought the most expensive test in the store. She justified the expense as an investment in her mental health.

This one didn't have lines. It said Yes or No.

The Yes showed up.

She threw it away, sank down onto the bathroom floor, and cried.

***

For the next few weeks she pretended it was all a misunderstanding. Surely the universe was playing a joke on her. Surely. She thought about her love life�or lack thereof. A series of one-night stands do not a "love life" make. She thought about her health. Sure, I feel nauseous. Sometimes. But everyone has off days where her stomach is weird. I'm not throwing up. I don't have weird cravings. Pickles and ice cream still sound just as gross now as it ever did. So it can't be true. Life as usual continued. Work. Home. Fridays go out to the bars. Try to lose herself in someone new, someone who wouldn't be around long enough to hurt her. Much.

Until she saw him again.

Him was a bartender, stupid sexy in just the right ways. She'd been tipsy the first time she saw him�not drunk, but she'd had a few to take the edge off. She'd needed it. He was the first one. The first one to spark her interest after�well. After James. He offered to call her a cab. She declined. So when she hadn't gotten into any of the cabs that had showed up between the time the bar closed and the time he emerged from the building, ready to go home, he offered her a ride.

She pretended she didn't know her address.

He'd turned to look at her, exasperation in his eyes. "You're kidding me, right?"

She shook her head, eyes wide and innocent. "I j-just moved."

"You're fucking kidding." He'd sighed and taken her home with him.

Home was a little apartment in the city with a broken light in the walkway and noisy neighbors. The dog next door barked. He waved her in, told her to sit down in the easy chair and made her a cup of coffee. She drank it, watching him over the rim of the cup.

When he came to take the empty mug away, she'd unzipped his pants, fingers brushing his penis as she did. He pushed her hands away.

She'd looked up at him. "It's the least I can do."

He'd turned away, but not before she noticed his sudden hard-on. Success. He'd given her his bed�a twin mattress on a cheap frame--grabbed a t-shirt and pajamas from his drawer, and gone to sleep on the couch. She'd waited until he was settled. Screwing up her courage in both hands, she'd gone out and started to kiss him.

He stopped her.

"Bianka, this is a very, very bad idea. You're drunk."

She'd kissed him again, shocked when he pulled away. "But I want to. I want you. I've been watching you all night, and you're so sexy. I can't believe how fucking hot you are. I'm not drunk. I just want to taste you."

Something inside her had gloried at being able to say it so boldly. If he says no again, I'll just say I was drunk tomorrow morning. He let her kiss him.

When she fumbled with his tee shirt, he held her wrists.

"Don't do anything you're going to regret."

"I won't regret this, Pista."

Her teasing tongue slid over the name, stretching it funny even while she correctly said the S as a SH sound�Peeshhh-taa. He released her and let her take his shirt off.

His chest was solid. Not as defined as a model, but he was strong. She could feel it, could feel the muscles under his furry skin. She licked his nipples, and he made a sound in his throat. She looked up, a grin curving her lips.

"You like that?"

He nodded, and she nibbled, her tongue flicking his tiny nubs. He twitched, his erection rising against her hip. When her hands tugged on his pajama pants, freeing his erect penis, he grabbed her wrists again, pressing them, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to get her attention. She winced, hot desire coiling in her belly, and he lessened his grip.

"Bianka, you need to be sure."

In answer she dipped her head, taking his cock into her mouth. He jerked, electrified. She gloated and continued. It was a thick, uncut cock�not as long as others she'd seen, but still on the larger side. He groaned. His grip tightened again, and she slid her tongue up and down his shaft. Just the way James liked it.

Don't think about James. Ever. No more. No more! Focus. Focus on Pista.

He started to pump his hips, and she sucked hard. It was awkward to blow a man without her hands. Abruptly he let go, and she lost her balance, falling back onto the thin carpet.

What the fuck?!

Then he was on top of her, a condom package in his teeth. He tore the wrapper and slipped it on.

Oh. Oh! Yes!

Bianka grinned and spread her legs, showing him she'd already abandoned her panties in his bedroom. He groaned again, and thrust into her.

It hurt. It hurt a lot more than she was expecting, and she panted, trying to cover her pain with moans and wiggles. He covered her body with his, her club dress shoved up to her waist, his teeth on her neck and his hands on her wrists above her head.

Again?

Being held down flooded her core with need, but it wasn't enough to sooth the hurt.His cock stabbed her, again and again, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, closing her eyes against pain, hoping her whimpers sounded right.

He came. In a pulsing thrust she felt him pump the condom full and then allay, still buried in her cunt. She smiled and kissed his lips.

He kissed her back, tender this time, sweet and appreciative.

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

She smiled. "I hope so."

He grinned. A few more lingering kisses later he pulled back, kneeling up to withdraw. She whimpered, hoping he took it as desire and not relief. His face froze.

"Oh, shit."

"What? What's wrong?"

"The condom broke."

"Oh. Okay. You don't have any, um, STDs, do you?"

He cut her a glare. "No. What about pregnancy?"

"It's okay. I'm on the pill."

He didn't look convinced. She sighed, took his offered tissues and wiped off, then stood and retrieved her purse from the bedroom, showed him the more-than-half-empty package.

"See?" He looked considerably relieved. "And no, I just got tested last month. I don't have any STDs, either. Okay?"

He nodded, wiping himself off and pulling his pajamas back up.

She went to the bathroom, feeling somehow very foolish and very na�ve, then stared in the mirror for a long minute, wondering why her life still felt so damned hollow, and wondered if casual sex really would help her get over James.

He knocked. "Are you all right?"

She splashed water on her face, dried it, examined the ridiculously dark smudges of smeared eye makeup. "Yeah. I'm fine." She opened the door. "You know, I know most guys aren't into cuddling, but we did just make love." His lips turned up at the euphemism, but she plowed on anyway "So, you, um, don't have to sleep on the couch. If you don't want to."

He smiled. "I'd love to cuddle with you."

They got into bed, and he tucked her against his body as if they'd known each other a hundred times longer than one night. She fell asleep.

Late that morning she'd woken up. He was sprawled on the bed, a hand on her hip. He didn't wake up when she slipped out from under it. She ordered him a random selection of Chinese food from the menu stuck on the refrigerator, hoping the items with more than one mark beside them were things he liked best, paid for it, collected her things, and left. Flipping through her notepad she found her new address and showed it to the cab driver. It wasn't that far away from his place, after all.

***

It had been more than two months since then. She hadn't noticed anything wrong with her period the week after her one-night stand.

Sure, maybe it was a little lighter. But I'm on the pill. Sometimes it is light. That's one of the good things about the pill, right?

But then the next one was spotty, too. She shrugged it off. Maybe her body was still getting used to it. But this week�nothing at all.

Which shouldn't happen when you take the last row of pills. Right, body? You're being all weird, and I do not like it. I'm supposed to have regular periods, dammit.

In defiance, she'd gone out to a bar again, another different bar, the way she had been doing every week, starting with Pista.

He was there, laughing with some friends at a table and chatting up the hot waitress, as a customer this time. Bianka felt a slinking jealousy of the woman�her long, dark, lustrous mane, her mile-high legs, her full cleavage filling up the tight shirt. Involuntarily she glanced down at her own cleavage. Not bad. She adjusted her bra straps, and winced a little. Since when are my breasts this sensitive? She glanced down again. Better. She looked around, pulled out a couple dollars. The bartender focused on her, his red hair and beard decidedly attractive. She felt her interest start to tilt upwards, and gave him her best smile.

"Cherry hooker, please."

He nodded, and she handed over the cash, adding a dollar for the tip. The glass chilling her fingers, she took a sip. Her stomach flip-flopped, but she ignored it, scanning the tables to her left.

There he is. She bit her lip and wandered that direction, wondering if she should go talk to him. No. He's with friends. And it was a one-night stand. Right? Just because he seemed like a sweet guy doesn't mean he wants a girlfriend. Hell, he might have a girlfriend already. She eyed the waitress, back at his table again, leaning over as she handed them their plates of burgers and fries. Probably not.

Bianka found a table tucked into the corner where she could see him but where he was unlikely to see her. The waitress came by to take her order, and she scanned the menu. Nothing appealed.

"Nothing right now, thanks."

"You want a salad? Some fries?"

"Not now. Thanks."

The disgruntled waitress walked away.

Bianka couldn't hear the men talking at the table�or she could, and she could pick up Pista's voice in the mix, but she wasn't close enough to make out what they were saying. She examined the menu slowly as her stomach flipped again.

I probably should get something in my stomach. Don't want to get sick.

A burst of laughter drew her attention to the table again, and she scanned for his curly brown hair. Her brows came together, and she looked again�black hair, balding, blonde, straight dark hair�

"Looking for someone?"

She jumped as he spoke from beside her. Her eyes followed his figure up from the just-tight-enough jeans, lingering just under his belt buckle, to the snug t-shirt, the thick arms covered with brown curling hair and ending at hands resting on his hips, up past a solid neck and broad shoulders, a thickly stubbled chin and curious brown eyes, to, finally, his short curly brown hair. His mouth widened a little at her perusal.

"See anything you like?"

Her lips curved up in a smile. "Yes, I do."

He indicated the chair. "Mind if I do?" She shook her head, watching him slide into the seat opposite her. He leaned forward, lacing his fingers together on the table. "You ducked out on me."

She shrugged, a little bit of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "I didn't want it to be weird. I wasn't sure you'd want to see me in the morning."

He shook his head, contemplating her. "You didn't ask, either."

She shifted, uncomfortable. "I'm not exactly up on one-night-stand etiquette yet."

He grinned. "That's okay. I'm not either." She raised an eyebrow, glancing back at the men at the table and the waitress flirting with them. "Not often, anyway," he conceded.

She stared down at the menu again, frowning.

"Let me buy you dinner," he suggested.

She didn't look up from the menu. "Didn't you just order something for yourself?"

He shrugged. "I'll bring it over. Order something. I'll pay for it."

She shifted, her discomfort increasing the icky feeling in her stomach. "I don't know what I want."

He glanced down at the menu. "I recommend the bacon cheddar onion burger."

She blanched and muttered, "What is it with men and bacon?"

He laughed. "Or the black bean burger, if you prefer." She pressed a fist to her lips, not sure which one sounded worse. He touched her wrist. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."

She shook her head. "No, I'm fine, it's nothing. Just a little queasy."

He chuckled. "All the more reason to get food into you. Never a good idea to drink on an empty stomach."

She nodded, still staring at the menu. He waited, then motioned the waitress over.

"A cup of vegetable soup, to start with, please, and a couple slices of toast." Bianka looked up, blinking slowly at him. "You need to eat something." She nodded, somewhat relieved he'd taken the choice away from her. "And no more of this until after you eat."

She watched him move her glass to his side of the table. One of the guys walked over with Pista's plate, and set it down in front of him. The guy took Bianka's hand off the table and bowed over it.

"And who is the lovely lady, Istv�n?"

Pista grinned. "Bianka, meet M�ty�s. He thinks he's god's gift to women."

M�ty�s raised a brow and sneered. "Just because you don't have the right equipment to appreciate my talents doesn't mean they aren't enormous."

In spite of herself, Bianka laughed. The balding man grinned and bowed over her hand again.

"Delighted to meet you, Bianka. Whenever you tire of this old bear, do come see me."

She laughed again, and he released her hand with a wave, returning to his own table. She giggled, then looked back to Pista.

"Istv�n?" Her eyebrows rose over the unusual pronunciation. Eeesht-vahn. "I thought your name was Pista."

He shrugged, grinning. "Pista is my nickname. Istv�n is my given name."

She nodded. For a long time they sat in silence. She fidgeted with the condiments on the table, not sure what to talk about, what to say. Her stomach twisted, and she bit her lip. Every time she glanced at Pista, she saw him watching her, and it embarrassed her.

"Have you been here before?"

She looked around, shaking her head. "No, not here. I've been trying a lot of new places lately."

"This is a pretty good one. We�" He indicated his friends at the table. "Probably come here about once a week, when I have a day off."

She nodded. The waitress brought her food, and Bianka thanked her then took a tiny spoonful of the soup. It tasted good, even though her stomach wasn't sure about the idea. She broke off a bit of the buttered toast, and it tasted good, too. Pista watched her for a moment, then resumed eating his meal.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to wait."

He shrugged, mouth full, chewed, swallowed. "No problem. I do have some manners." His eyes twinkled at her, and she grinned in spite of herself.

"Okay."

The soup started to go down easier, and she realized she was pretty hungry. The toast was less appetizing as it cooled, but she kept eating. Never turn down free food. She gave her head a tiny shake. What a terribly anti-feminist thought.

He raised his eyebrows. "Everything okay?"

She nodded, blushing. "Yes, fine. Thank you."

When she finished the soup, he picked up the menu.

"Are you still hungry?"

She shook her head, picking at the last of the toast. "No, thank you."

He skimmed the entrees and flagged the waitress. "A burger hash, please." He looked at Bianka. "Cheese?"

She nodded, cheeks red. "Thank you."

The waitress scribbled a note. "It'll be a few minutes."

He nodded. "No problem."

The waitress gone, Bianka spoke up. "You don't have to."

He shrugged. "I want to. And it's an easy dish to pack into a doggy bag if you don't want it all right now."

He resumed eating, and Bianka watched him. The planes of his face were a touch different than most of the men in the area. It suited his unusual name. His mustache was trimmed short, exposing his lips. She surprised herself by how much she wanted to kiss him again.

He looked up, met her eyes, and smiled. She blushed again.

"You have beautiful eyes. Don't be embarrassed to let me look at them."

Her heart melted, and she stared at the table, her cheeks hot. His fingers touched her chin, and a subtle pressure tipped her face up. Stubbornly looking down, Bianka was surprised to hear his chuckle. Her eyelashes lifted, and she stared at him.

His grin widened. "Good girl."

The words sucker punched her stomach. She trembled for a moment, then jerked her jaw away from his thick fingers and wrapped her arms around herself.

"No."

His hand dropped back to the table, and he contemplated her. "No, what?"

She didn't look up, but remained half-turned away from him, staring at the bench seat. "No. Not a good girl."

"Says who?"

She squeezed herself tighter. Yeesh, what a way to ruin a good moment. Great going, Bianka. His voice didn't rise. It didn't lower. It calmly insisted.

"Says who, Bianka?"

She looked at him through a curtain of dark, straight hair. "James."

"Who is James?"

She glanced at him. He's merely curious. Not freaked out. Yet.

"My ex."

Pista leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. "I see."

No, you probably don't. Her thoughts flashed back to the number of times James had held her chin, his fingers digging into her jaw. Bad girl! Bad girl, Bianka. His voice still echoed in her brain. She shook her head, blinking back tears. Stop it! Stop thinking about James. No more. Never again.

The food broke into her thoughts. Pista thanked the waitress, then tapped the plate.

"Eat."

Her mother's voice again. Never turn down free food. She picked up the fork.

The burger hash was surprisingly good. She ate until she was full, and the resulting contentment in her stomach relaxed the rest of her. She managed a smile for Pista. He smiled back, pushed her glass towards her.

"If you want a sip, you can have one."

She smiled again, taking a long drink. It didn't bother her stomach nearly as much this time. I guess I did just need to eat.

"Do you have a ride home?"

She shook her head. "I was going to take the bus."

"I'll drive you."

"No, you're with your friends. I don't want to intrude."

He motioned the waitress for the check. "A box, please."

She returned with the to-go box, and while Bianka put the rest of the hash into it, Pista paid the bill.

"Come on. My car's around the side."

He waved at his friends, and they tipped imaginary hats at her. She blushed. A light touch on her elbow directed her, and they ended up outside.

�Rain poured down; she opened her umbrella. He continued to walk in the rain until she shifted closer to him, holding it above them both. He stopped, looked up at the umbrella, and grinned at her. Bianka couldn't help but grin back, and then his lips brushed hers.

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the kiss. His arm slid around her back, and her hands clasped behind his neck. The bristly mustache scraped her lips; his stubble scraped her chin. But it didn't bother her, because his tongue was deft and his lips were firm. He took, but gently. The umbrella forgotten, it listed to the side until the rain woke them up, pattering on their faces. They separated, giggling. He took her hand, and they dashed to his car, closing the doors just as the clouds opened and water poured.

"Good timing."

He grinned at her and started the car. It was a small car, not one she would have envisioned him driving. It was old, and could perhaps have used a bit of cleaning on the inside, but it still beat the bus.

"Your place or mine?"

She blushed again. "You want�you want to make love again?"

He smiled, staring out the window. "Yes, Bianka." Her silence stretched out until he turned to look at her. "Unless you don't. It's fine. I'll take you home."

She shook her head. "No, don't. I�I do want to make love with you again." Her loins stirred, piqued by the kiss and his words.

"Don't feel obligated. I'll take you home. That's not why I bought you dinner, Bianka. If you don't want to, it's not a problem."

She grabbed her courage again, dragging it out of its hiding place. "I want to."

He studied her face. "You're sure?"

"Yes." He waited. "I'm sure, Pista."

He nodded and started the car.

The drive to his apartment was quick. The dog was still barking. Does it ever stop? The light hadn't been replaced yet. There were kids running through the breezeways and up and down the stairs, their hollering bouncing off the hard planes of the building. She winced.

"Yeah, they get a little loud."

She shrugged and followed him in. He set her umbrella on the linoleum floor to dry and put her to-go box in the small refrigerator, then came back to her and cupped her face in his hands, his lips brushing hers.

Bianka's lips parted, but he didn't kiss her, just continued to tantalize. Her fingers wrapped around his wrists, digging in, wanting more. Desire welled and warmed. She shivered.

His tongue flicked out, teasing her lips. She moaned, a quiet begging sound, but he ignored her, tasting just the edge of her mouth. She dug her nails into his wrists and shivered again, her moan a little louder this time.

He smiled against her lips. "You seem cold, Bianka. Let's get you out of these wet clothes."

She shuddered, wanting more. He pressed his lips to hers hard, then his tongue thrust in and claimed her. She melted. He released her, his fingers deft on the buttons of her dress, revealing her lacy bra and panties. His tongue found her cleavage, and she shivered, clinging to his wet hair and rising on her toes. He picked her up then, carrying her to his bed. The impact left her breathless, and he slid her panties down. She shivered again.

"Let's get your heater started, Bianka."

His hands slid up her thighs and pushed them apart, opening the folds of her nether lips. She twisted, embarrassed. He leaned forward.

"Be still, Bianka."

She whimpered, and his tongue slid up her slit. She moaned. He took his time, wetting her vulva with his saliva, teasing her hot button, thrusting his tongue into her cunt as far as it would go. Her fingers tangled in his hair. She no longer remembered or cared what she looked like, what she was doing. There was nothing but his face and her flower, and the pleasure spiraling out from the epicenter.

He bit her clitoris, trapping it between his teeth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. She flailed, her hips bucking and her hands tugging on his hair, wanting more, more, more! There was a gush of wetness. He released her, and she cried out.

"More, Pista!"

He grinned at her, a condom already unrolling between his fingers, covering his penis. He leaned down again, his agile tongue soothing her bitten clit until she dug her nails into the mattress. He sat up, placed the blunt head of his cock against her entrance, then pressed. This time it was easy. He slid in, deep, and she waited for the pain. It didn't come. Instead, an immense pleasure wrapped tight around his cock. She clung to him, her legs crossed at the ankle behind his hips, her hands around his shoulders, holding him close.

Pista kissed her. His tongue slid in, tasting of her, demanding she give up her body to his invasion. She moaned, pulling him tightly to her, a four-limbed octopus. His hips pumped, and she grunted.

He feels so good, so very good. Why doesn't it hurt?

This time when he twitched and spurted, he waited only a moment before pulling out and removing the condom. She whimpered, frustration zinging through her nerves.

I don't think I've been this close in a long while.

He cuddled her to him, and she tried to relax in his arms, wanting to be happy. Instead, her body shivered, excess tension with nowhere to go. When he began to softly kiss the back of her neck, she clamped her jaw on her protestations and concentrated on breathing deeply. Gradually, his breathing slowed to match hers, and his arms relaxed into sleep. She waited, staring at the clock beside his bed. Counting seconds. Trying to make her internal count match the actual seconds, trying to time it so that when her brain said sixty, the clock numbers would change.

It took a long time before she could sync her internal count with the clock. But when she did, she was pretty sure he was asleep. She wiggled out from under his arm, went to the bathroom, took a shower, and spent a long time under the hot water, trying to relax and get rid of the nasty tension pooling in her loins.

She got out and dried off with his towel. It smelled like him, and she wasted a few long moments standing there, wrapped in it, wondering if it meant something. She wandered into the hallway, and found a clean towel in a tiny linen closet. With it wrapped around her hair, she got back into bed. This time she fell asleep next to him.

***

He woke up before her this time. She smelled coffee first, and then bacon. The smell hit her stomach like a ton of bricks, and she gagged, her mouth filling with saliva.

No. Oh, no. I'm not going to throw up at his house, I'm not! She pressed a fist against her teeth, biting her fingers and swallowing the nausea. No, no, no!

He came into the bedroom. "Oh, good, you're awake." He had a mug in his hand. "Coffee?"

She

Marybeth Renn on 11/22/2015 07:32pm
This was a different kind of story. We start out knowing that Bianca is pregnant. She starts remembering about her journey here. She has a one night stand with Pista and gets pregnant after the condom breaks. After 2 months and lots of partying, she meets up with him again. After sex again, they have a discussion about birth control pills and he learns that she is pregnant. She sees the doctor and she learns that pizza is the father. He is happy to learn that he is going to be a father. Along the way we learn that Bianka was previously in a BDSM relationship that was very controlling. Along the way we learn more about the relationship. We learn that they have a polyamorous relationship. There are very few books out there like this. I love the story and I highly recommend it. I give it 5 stars.
Marybeth Renn on 11/22/2015 07:32pm
This was a different kind of story. We start out knowing that Bianca is pregnant. She starts remembering about her journey here. She has a one night stand with Pista and gets pregnant after the condom breaks. After 2 months and lots of partying, she meets up with him again. After sex again, they have a discussion about birth control pills and he learns that she is pregnant. She sees the doctor and she learns that pizza is the father. He is happy to learn that he is going to be a father. Along the way we learn that Bianka was previously in a BDSM relationship that was very controlling. Along the way we learn more about the relationship. We learn that they have a polyamorous relationship. There are very few books out there like this. I love the story and I highly recommend it. I give it 5 stars.
Tina on 11/18/2015 05:24pm
From her previous abusive D/s relationship Bianka has a complete lack of self-worth, this is made worse by her mum’s opinions and advice (which is not done to be cruel, her mum is simply passing on her own beliefs and experiences, that then negatively impact Banka). After her breakup she goes through a series of one night stands ending in an unexpected pregnancy. I liked the reality of the denial about her pregnancy, when she convinces herself that it simply can’t be true despite what everything else tells her. Bianka was really sweet and I felt so sad for her whenever Pista tried to look after her, but all she could see, was that he was trying to protect the baby. Pista begins to show her what a D/s relationship should be and tries to open her eyes to the abuse in her previous one. I really loved the characters and their emotional depth as we followed them through their story. This story does contain swinging between Bianka & Pista and another couple, so there are Mf & Mff scenes. This took me a little by surprise as I didn’t realise it was in the story, stories involving swinging are not a genre I read. Overall the story was really good and I would recommend it to the others. I received this as an ARC for an honest review.
Tina on 11/18/2015 05:24pm
From her previous abusive D/s relationship Bianka has a complete lack of self-worth, this is made worse by her mum۪s opinions and advice (which is not done to be cruel, her mum is simply passing on her own beliefs and experiences, that then negatively impact Banka). After her breakup she goes through a series of one night stands ending in an unexpected pregnancy. I liked the reality of the denial about her pregnancy, when she convinces herself that it simply can۪t be true despite what everything else tells her. Bianka was really sweet and I felt so sad for her whenever Pista tried to look after her, but all she could see, was that he was trying to protect the baby. Pista begins to show her what a D/s relationship should be and tries to open her eyes to the abuse in her previous one. I really loved the characters and their emotional depth as we followed them through their story. This story does contain swinging between Bianka & Pista and another couple, so there are Mf & Mff scenes. This took me a little by surprise as I didn۪t realise it was in the story, stories involving swinging are not a genre I read. Overall the story was really good and I would recommend it to the others. I received this as an ARC for an honest review.
JK on 11/09/2015 04:31pm
What a great story!!! I loved this; it was an enlightening, sexy, sweet and captivating read! I am always happy when they are long enough to really tell the story!! You have characters with real life issues and they work to figure them out. Instead of giving anything away, this was just extremely well written and so very much worth the read! LOVED it!
JK on 11/09/2015 04:31pm
What a great story!!! I loved this; it was an enlightening, sexy, sweet and captivating read! I am always happy when they are long enough to really tell the story!! You have characters with real life issues and they work to figure them out. Instead of giving anything away, this was just extremely well written and so very much worth the read! LOVED it!
Laurel Lasky on 11/06/2015 12:26pm
What an amazingly sweet book showing a loving relationship between a careing Dom and a woman previously abused by a selfish abusive so called Dom. Add a baby to the mix and you have a fantastic romance with some mild elements of BDSM.
Laurel Lasky on 11/06/2015 12:26pm
What an amazingly sweet book showing a loving relationship between a careing Dom and a woman previously abused by a selfish abusive so called Dom. Add a baby to the mix and you have a fantastic romance with some mild elements of BDSM.
SH on 10/26/2015 02:25pm
I was hooked on this story from page one and it just never let go. Bianka is dealing with the end of a traumatic/unhealthy relationship and her self worth is in the trash. She gets lucky, and I mean really lucky, when she meets Pista. He proves to be her salvation in more ways than one. No spoilers from me, read and enjoy the story for yourself. Very good story here with a lovely romance. Well done!
SH on 10/26/2015 02:25pm
I was hooked on this story from page one and it just never let go. Bianka is dealing with the end of a traumatic/unhealthy relationship and her self worth is in the trash. She gets lucky, and I mean really lucky, when she meets Pista. He proves to be her salvation in more ways than one. No spoilers from me, read and enjoy the story for yourself. Very good story here with a lovely romance. Well done!
Margaret Corcoran on 10/24/2015 07:18am
I thought that this book would be like 'Sixteen and pregnant' on television. How wrong I was! This is a well written very adult book. Bianka is a very hurt very lost woman. Pista is a very strong, upright and loving man. They meet for a one night stand and Bianka gets pregnant when the condom bursts. Pista steps up to support her and they fall in love. Pista shows Bianka how a good dominant treats his submissive. There are a lot of spankings sex and menage scenes. They are well described and very detailed. They fit well into the story. The characters are well described. The journey from accidental pregnancy to love and submission is well told. I highly recommend this story. A very good read.
Margaret Corcoran on 10/24/2015 07:18am
I thought that this book would be like 'Sixteen and pregnant' on television. How wrong I was! This is a well written very adult book. Bianka is a very hurt very lost woman. Pista is a very strong, upright and loving man. They meet for a one night stand and Bianka gets pregnant when the condom bursts. Pista steps up to support her and they fall in love. Pista shows Bianka how a good dominant treats his submissive. There are a lot of spankings sex and menage scenes. They are well described and very detailed. They fit well into the story. The characters are well described. The journey from accidental pregnancy to love and submission is well told. I highly recommend this story. A very good read.
madpuss on 10/22/2015 09:55pm
Bianka finds out how good a relationship can be when you're with the right man. He is supportive and loving, he guides her, looks after her, helps her reach her full potential. The relationship slowly develops over a year including the arrival of their baby. Good story, well-written and well paced.
madpuss on 10/22/2015 09:55pm
Bianka finds out how good a relationship can be when you're with the right man. He is supportive and loving, he guides her, looks after her, helps her reach her full potential. The relationship slowly develops over a year including the arrival of their baby. Good story, well-written and well paced.
Sandra King on 10/22/2015 07:52am
I love this book, it has a lot of growth after a very abusive Dom hurts Bianka. She waits six months, then decides to start some one night stands every Friday night. Whoops the condom breaks and over two months later she is preggers. The rest of the story is very good and has some hot scenes. Bianca finds a real man who helps her work through her insecurities and regain self respect with a true man. The plot is well played and there is just enough of everything.
Sandra King on 10/22/2015 07:52am
I love this book, it has a lot of growth after a very abusive Dom hurts Bianka. She waits six months, then decides to start some one night stands every Friday night. Whoops the condom breaks and over two months later she is preggers. The rest of the story is very good and has some hot scenes. Bianca finds a real man who helps her work through her insecurities and regain self respect with a true man. The plot is well played and there is just enough of everything.

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