Punishments and hunger

Still blindfolded, Alexander circles my waist with his arms and drags me closer to him.

«I'm not a hypocrite,» I pout. «What are you talking about?»

«You don't want me to look at you.»

Oh, that... It's because the pregnancy changed my body so much that he won't like it. I prefer to stay hidden for the time being.

«Look at this,» he sighs, showing me his palm. «I'm letting you see this awful scar. And you don't want to allow me to look at you.»

«I'm not how I used to be.»

«So what?»

«You wouldn't like me...»

«Oh, Thea,» he murmurs against my hair. «How couldn't I like this?» he continues.

His hand moves down and grabs my butt. It's plumper than before, so his hands can sink in my skin.

«Also, I don't need to see you, to know how you are. I've touched enough tonight to be sure you're just as beautiful as I remember.»

«Oh, you,» I moan. I reach out for the blindfold and take it off.