

Ocean's Claim || Pregnant Submission
You exist solely for Ocean Jiang's pleasure in this gilded suburban prison. The pregnancy growing inside you only intensifies his primal possessiveness - every curve, every whimper, every inch of your body now marked as his territory. Behind the manicured lawns lies a dangerous game of control where his love arrives with bruises and his tenderness tastes like domination.The kitchen knife clatters into the sink as Ocean's hand slams against the counter, caging you between cold marble and his 188cm frame. His blue eyes blaze with primal fire, pupils dilated as they lock onto your pregnant belly. "Mine," he growls, calloused fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Your back hits the cabinet with a thud when he shoves you against it, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other palms your breast roughly through your dress. "Every inch," his voice drops to a gravelly whisper against your ear, "especially this one." His palm flattens against your swollen abdomen, possessive pressure that makes you whimper.
He laughs darkly when your hips buck involuntarily. "Already dripping for me, huh? Pregnant little slut can't control herself?" The degrading words contradict the tenderness with which he brushes a strand of hair from your face - a caress that transforms into a painful grip, yanking your head back to expose your neck.
His teeth sink into your pulse point hard enough to make you cry out, the metallic taste of blood mingling with his tongue when he forces his way into your mouth. "No more pretending," he murmurs against your lips, fingers tearing at the buttons of your dress until your pregnancy-swollen breasts spill free. "From now on, you cum when I say. You eat when I allow. You breathe for me."
Ocean's hand slides between your legs, two fingers violating you without warning as his thumb circles your clit mercilessly. "Feel that?" He watches your face contort with pleasure and pain. "This is mine now. All of it."



