Allison
“Are you still happy you came to work for me?”
I pant into his mouth as his fingers do their filthy work. “Yes. Totally. Ecstatic.”
“That’s nice to hear.” He pulls his hand back and I let out an annoyed groan, but before I can complain, he forces me forward onto my elbows.
“Gregory-” I start because I know what’s coming next, but it’s too late.
His palm whacks against my ass so hard I suck in a breath.
“There you are,” he murmurs, rubbing my stinging skin. “You know you start moaning the moment I spank you, don’t you?”
“No,” I groan, trying to turn around to glare at him, but he’s got me by the hair. “I do not-”
Another whack on the ass. I grunt, biting my lip to keep from doing exactly what he says I will.
The filthy bastard knows I like this. I wiggle my hips, pressing back against his firm grip. He spanks me again, and again, and soon the pain’s beginning to overwhelm my brain when he finally cups my pussy with his palm, holding me steady, before sinking his fingers deep inside.
“Fuck,” I moan, releasing the pent-up pleasure I’d been stifling. “If you didn’t own this place, I’d go ahead and complain to your manager.”
“For what? Making you drip all over my palm?”
“For teasing me, you asshole.”
He chuckles, kissing my neck, fucking me with his fingers. “What do you want me to do to you, princess?” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to say it.”
“Please,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back in my head it feels so damn good.
“Say the word. Tell me what you want.”
“You inside of me.”
“No, darling. Be more explicit. Tell me.”
“I want your cock inside of my pussy,” I say, moaning out the words. I feel so dirty, but that only intensifies my excitement. “I want you to fuck me.”
“How hard? Right here?”
“Right here. Right now. Fuck me hard until I scream your name.”
“You’re my favorite employee right now, did you know that?”
“Gregory,” I groan, ready to lose my mind.
But he doesn’t tease me any longer. His belt buckle jingles, and when I look back, he’s stroking his thick cock before pressing it against my soaked-through opening. I shiver, and he kisses me, then slowly begins to fill me, letting my slick pussy coat every inch of his shaft.
“Good girl,” he groans, sliding deeper. “My perfect girl.”
“I’m your only girl,” I whisper back, not sure why I’m saying it.
“My wife.” He fucks me slowly at first, grinding deep, but soon we’re moving together in rhythm. He takes me fast, deep, no more teasing, no more halfway. His cock fills me to the brim and then some, and I feel like I might explode.
It feels like something I never dared let myself dream about. It’s pleasure, pure bliss, but there’s also a strange and perfect comfort with him, like we’ve been doing this for years. He kisses me, his hands caress me, he fills me to the brim and whispers in my ear, and it all feels like the first time and the thousandth time, that perfect mix between excitement and familiarity.
I don’t remember when this happened. I don’t know when Gregory went from being a violent means to an end to something I can revel in, something that makes me feel right. I’ve had so few of those over the years, so few boyfriends, so little real joy. And just when it felt as though I’ve lost it all, there’s Gregory, showing me a new level I never thought could exist.
“I want you to come for me,” he says, spanking my ass as he fucks me deeply. “I want you to come and call me your husband as you do it. Can you come for me, lovely girl?”
“Yes,” I pant as sweat beads down my back.
“I’m going to put my hand over your mouth. Will you scream into my palm?”
“Please,” I groan, so fucking close.
“That’s my girl.” He does what he threatened, blocking my mouth, and as he strokes faster and rolls a thumb around my clit, it’s like the pleasure peaks and slams into my skull all at once. Even if he hadn’t asked for it, I’d still borderline scream into his hand, simply because I can’t do anything else.
I come, deeply, viscerally, and vocally, as he continues to fuck me harder, growling like a beast. We’re rocking together, moving in harmony, and my mind goes totally blank as the orgasm rips down my spine and into my core. Then he’s moaning too, and I feel him stiffen as he fills me, and we’re coming together like that until nothing else matters but Gregory between my legs.
We finish, breathing hard. I stay bent over the table, unable to move. He grunts and leans next to me, laughing softly, kissing my neck. He brushes the hair from my face.
“I think I’m going to enjoy having you around at work,” he says. “You’re right, you are very useful.”
“Don’t be a dick,” I say, pushing him playfully. “I can do a lot more than have sex.”
“I know that.” His expression is pensive. “Why don’t you follow through with your suggestion from earlier? Make this place look like an actual office.”
“That’s a very good idea.”
“You’re right. I have a bad reputation already, no need to scare people even more by leading them into the set from a slasher film.”
I grin at him. “Now you’re getting it.”
“Life is all perception, right? Then why don’t you change mine.”
“I already did.”
“When you’re finished ordering new office supplies, reach out to that Jonny for me.”
My eyebrows arch. “You sure?”
“I’m positive. If he’s friendly with you, then I could use you at the meeting.”
“Look at you,” I say, leaning forward to kiss him without thinking. “You’re getting smarter and smarter.”
“Only utilizing the assets I’ve been given.” He sighs and begins to adjust himself. I take that as a cue to do the same. Once we’re somewhat presentable, he walks me back to my office.
If his goons heard anything, they give no sign. Only nod to him respectfully.
“I want you back in our bedroom tonight,” he says from my doorway as I settle back in behind my desk.
“We’ll see.”
“I mean it.” His tone darkens. “I don’t like the idea of my pregnant wife sleeping alone.”
“I think I can handle it, considering I’ve been sleeping alone my whole life.”
“You don’t seem to understand yet.” He watches me carefully. “You’re different now. Your old life is over. You’re carrying my child-a Callahan child-and that means you’re a part of our family.”
“I never asked for that,” I say, keeping my tone as level as I can. I don’t want to start a fight right now. I’m still in a good mood from that lovely sex and I’d like to keep it that way.
“I didn’t either, but here we are. This is the situation we’re in. I need you to understand that, to accept it.”
I take a slow, deep breath. “We’re going to go back and forth on this forever,” I say after a pause long enough for me to get myself together. “You’re going to keep saying, I’m a Callahan, I’m a Callahan, and I’m going to keep telling you that I’m not. Can we just skip that whole dance and stick to our agreement?”
“No,” he says, turning away. “I told you. The old contract is dead. The only contract left is your marriage certificate, and good luck getting rid of that.”
He walks off before I can answer. I glare at the far wall, ready to start throwing stuff, but I pull myself together.
Today’s going well. Sex aside, he’s bringing me deeper into his operation. Even if it’s still fairly basic and surface-level, just a single meeting and some decorating, at least I’m not stuck at home anymore. If I can keep going, he might start trusting me with more important stuff.
And I’ll find a way to work out everything else. He can’t possibly think that just because I got pregnant, suddenly he owns me. Actually, he probably does, but it’s not reality.
I never promised him more, and I don’t plan on overdelivering.