by Jamie Knight
“I was a virgin,” I reported. “But now there’s no need to be. I’ve found the person I love.”
“Jesus Christ!” shouted Richard.
“Richard, I love Tracianne. I want to marry her,” Phil stated. “Hopefully with your blessing.”
“We had drinks in the study!” he shouted. “You looked me in the eye! Man to man!”
“I didn’t lie to you. I did what you said, I got to know your daughter and I think she’s the best person I ever met,” Phil said.
“Awww,” I gushed. “Isn’t he sweet?”
“Well, that is sweet,” Daphene said in our defense.
“How are we going to tell people, Daphene?!” Phil raged. “How can we condone this? We just got married not too long ago!”
“But they’re not related, Phil,” Daphene repeated. “I don’t think it’s illegal or anything. Is it?”
“No, I checked,” Phil relayed.
“God!” snapped dad. “This is like some bad drama you’d see on TV!”
“I know it’s not exactly normal, but Phil is great and we really love each other,” I pleaded.
“What about college? You’re gonna have to take care of a kid now?” he pointed out. “Have you even thought about that?”
“We’ll make it work,” Phil proclaimed.
“Just like that!” dad said bitterly. “You got all the answers!”
“Give it a chance, Richard,” Daphene said meekly.
Dad was trying to process. I think we had overwhelmed him a bit with the news. I got a little emotional.
“Dad, this is what I want,” I cried. “If you can’t be behind it, I don’t care if you disown me! I love Phil and I love this baby!”
For a moment, he just stood there. He rubbed his face and stared off into the distance. Suddenly, he sighed, nodded and dropped his hands. Slowly, he walked out of the room. I think he just needed some time to process.
After he left the room, Daphene hugged me. She took my hands and Phil’s and smiled.
“I’m happy for you both,” she smiled. “Give your dad some time, he’ll come around. He’s a man that’s more set in his ways.”
“Thanks for your support, mom,” Phil said.
“You always have it, Sweetie. I’m happy for the both of you,” she smiled. “But we will have to discuss how to…explain this to people. I don’t want them to get the wrong impression.”
“Well, the truth seems to work,” Phil replied. “It worked with you guys.”
“Yes, I suppose,” she agreed. “Although maybe there’s a way to ease people into it before we tell them you’re expecting and getting married.”
“I don’t think it will be that complicated,” dismissed Phil. “It’s not like Tracianne and I grew up together as brother and sister.”
“And when you think about it, it makes sense,” I noted. “You were attracted to Richard for his qualities, Phil is attracted to my qualities for similar reasons.”
Epilogue
Phil
Six Months Later
I was in the clinic, standing behind the glass window, looking at the baby. We had thought of so many different names, but it was time to pick one. It was going to be tough. So many names that kids make fun of in school, right?
A noise behind me caused me to turn around, it was Richard walking into the hall. After he had walked out of the room that day, he didn’t really talk to us much. He and Tracianne had a few more blowups. He had a lot of trouble accepting us as a couple.
“Is it okay if I come in and look?” he asked humbly.
“Of course,” I said. “Third basinet from the right, top row.”
“Wow,” he said looking. “I remember looking at Tracianne this way. Congrats, buddy.”
We shook hands. I knew he’d come around eventually. Daughters always have a way of getting their way with their dads.
“How is she?” he asked.
“Doing great,” I responded. “She’s healthy. No complications. How about you?”
“I feel like an ass,” he admitted. “I, uh, let this go too far. My pride or whatever. I just don’t know what got into me. I guess you both just surprised me.”
“Look, if it’s any consolation, the first time Tracianne and I kissed--- It was weird and shocking to me,” I confessed. “I ran through the same thoughts in my head, ya know? Who would accept us? What would people think and all.”
“Then you realize, who cares what people think,” Richard said. “It took me a while, but I got there. I’m glad you two are happy.”
He started to leave.
“Where you going? Tracianne’s room is that way,” I pointed.
“Oh, I probably shouldn’t right now,” he said, still embarrassed.
“C’mon,” I said, taking him by the arm. “Let’s start fresh.”
“You’re sure.”
“If the pandemic taught me one thing, it’s the power of the present,” I said. “Besides, mom’s already in there. We should be a family again.”
“Hey,” I said, entering the room ahead of Richard. “I have a visitor who wants to see you.”
Richard came in. His body language was a bit sheepish.
“Hey princess,” he greeted. “Look, I just want to say, I’m sorry. I’ve been stubborn through this whole thing and--- Well, I took it too far.”
“Daddy, it’s fine,” she assured him tearfully. “I just want a hug.”
They hugged and cried. Mom cried too, so I gave her a hug. We were one big happy family again. All was forgiven. In Richard’s defense, he didn’t have much to be sorry for. I mean, he never tried to stop us, just moped around for six months.
And things were looking hopeful on the virus front too. Our doctor had mentioned they were close to a vaccine and all the riots and bad news had finally settled. People were regaining their senses and life was returning to normal.
The new normal for me and Tracianne was going to be life with the baby. Since we moved out, we had been prepping our apartment. I was killing myself working and going to school, but it was all worth it.
Family’s always worth it.
Tracianne
Three Months Later
Thankfully, the vaccine for the Corona virus was not only created, but everyone had it readily available. Phil’s job at the radio station as a presenter was more than paying our bills. He got home one night while I was watching Terry sleeping.
“Hey,” he whispered through his mask. “How’s the little guy?”
“Tuckered out,” I whispered. “Don’t wake him.”
He took off his mask and grabbed me by the hand, pulling me to my feet.
“What are you doing?” I mildly objected. “You haven’t sanitized.”
“Ooo, I’m dirty. Perhaps I need to get clean,” he said playfully. “Care to join me?”
“I’m so tired and yet, yes,” I joked.
We slipped into the shower. The hot water washed over us as Phil nuzzled my cleavage and I stretched under the steam.
“Take me,” I demanded. “Do me like it’s our last night on Earth.”
Phil turned me around and entered me from behind. I steadied myself against the wall of the shower as he plunged his man meat deep within me. I craved his cock’s magic. He jostled me walls just right and I was soon moaning in ecstasy.
“Oh, yeah!” I gasped. “Give it to me! Give me that cock!”
“You want it?” he panted. “You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes! Please!” I urged. “Fill me up, baby! Yes!”
He exploded inside me and I shuddered. So good. It was exactly what I needed to loosen me up after a long day. But we weren’t done yet. Phil had the stamina of three men. He really could just fuck all night long without much rest in between.
After cleaning up in shower, we checked on Terry. Amazingly, he was fast asleep. He yawned quietly in his own cute way and we decided to have some more fun in the next room with the baby monitor on.
“I’ve got some fun
games to play,” Phil announced.
He opened a bag of “Bed Straps”. The package proclaimed, “For adult fun in bed!”
“Ooo, kinky,” I smiled. “I’ve never been tied up before.”
“Okay, well, get ready,” he said.
I laid down on the bed and Phil tied me down, spread eagle.
“Can you move?” he asked.
“Mmm, not really,” I said pulling on the ropes. “Can’t get any leverage.”
“Be right back,” he smiled.
He left me in the room for a while. Then some more time passed and I got annoyed. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to do to me and that made me wet. The waiting made me wet. That was interesting.
Finally, he came back in the room with a blindfold and put it on me. Then he put a ball gag in my mouth. I started to say, “Is this really necessary?” but he put the ball in my mouth halfway through the word “really”. Now I was in the dark, breathing through my noise. A few moments passed and then I lost track of time.
I could feel something warm on me. That’s when I realized Phil was breathing on me, but not touching me. He went up and down my body. I tried to reach out to touch him, but he was too fast. It started to really turn me on, but all I could do was make noises through the ball gag. I soon found myself moaning, although he hadn’t even touched me yet.
This was definitely going on the list of things we could do.
Just when I thought I was going to go crazy--- I was actually trying to slip out of my restraints just so I could remove my gag and demand he fuck me--- Phil’s tongue touched my clit. I came in a gusher, growling and moaning into the mask. I lifted my lower half off the bed, writhing under the feeling, as a jet of hot water shot into his face.
If the gag had been off, I think I would’ve screamed loud enough not just to wake up Terry, but the whole neighborhood. It was the most deep and satisfying orgasm I ever had and all the while, Phil continued to eat me out as I gushed right into his face and squirmed on the bed.
After what seemed an eternity of licking my dripping snatch, he removed the restraints and the rest. I grabbed him, threw him down on the bed and immediately sat on his cock. I was a beast! I had to fuck him in that moment. Bouncing up and down on his manhammer, I gripped him with the walls of my pussy. I ached for his cum.
He finally exploded a second time, making surprised and joyful noises as his warm, gooey gift rocketed up inside me. It filled me with satisfaction and pleasure and my whole body shook. We fell to the bed, spent and sweating.
“Oh, my God!” I laughed.
“Right? I thought you’d like that.”
“I really did,” I panted. “Whew! You are full of surprises, Phil.”
“Well, you have to mix it up once in a while,” he added.
We kissed, l,aughed and spooned on the bed. Little Terry slept through it all and we took a well-deserved nap.
THE END
Under His Ownership
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
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Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
Prologue - Julia
My roommate was unusually quiet that day, which was odd. It was Wednesday, and Charlie and I had just shared the largest jug of homemade cocktails she had ever made.
She and I had had a long-standing agreement for what happened after the weekly visit to the gym. We would sit ourselves up, sore and consistently exhausted, grab some margarita mix, a blender, a pinch of chili, her bag of special ingredients that no one was ever allowed to discover the secret behind, and a box of crushed ice.
The cold floors would excite our bare toes as we would gossip and whisper, in hushed tones, about the strangest things to have happened to both of us during the preceding week.
That day the topic had been boys.
‘Did you call him?’
‘No,’ I shrugged. The glass in my hands was numbing my fingers, so I set it down on the floor beside my knee. ‘He should call me first.’
‘Here we go, on and on again with your ego and pride.’
She sat flat on her ass and crossed her ankles over each other and dunked a chunk of chocolate cookie into her tumbler. She sucked on it and went on.
‘Some day you will be that lady down the corner with a load of gerbils for pets.’
I pinched my nose up and smirked.
‘No way. They would know me as that lady with the doves.’
‘That does not change the fact that you did not call the third man asking you out on a date and giving you his number in a month.’
‘If they wanted to badly enough, they would call me.’
‘I bet you told them about your scar.’
‘I did not!’ It felt necessary to get defensive. ‘Who goes that intimate on the first date?’
Charlie rolled her eyes and pushed her bra’s left cup to the side.
‘You do. You are such a sucker for the romantic. Maybe that’s why they don’t call back. You scare them off.’
I threw down a block of ice and bit it. It cracked at the top, then slowly, as I licked around it with my tongue, it melted sweetly down my throat.
‘I’m gonna be in my room. You should take your time to reflect upon the strength of your bra cups.’
‘Or I could just get my wand out and get freaky right here.’
‘Gross,’ I laughed, as I went to my room. ‘Do that on your own time. In your room. Or at Cedric’s.’
I could hear her scoff from my bedroom door.
‘If he ever did see me doing that, I would have so much explaining to do.’
‘Then just don’t,’ I shouted over the blast of music from my speakers. I turned the dial down and leaned against the door. ‘Seriously, don’t. You can thank me later.’
I shut myself in and fell into the brown bean bag in the corner of my room. My mind was in a state of disarray, and I was worried.
It had been three months with no response from all the resumes I had sent out. Three months with no work. Making money as a temp was ideal when I landed headfirst in the middle of New York. The flair and flamboyance of the city lights and the simmering street food made a maudlin life feel exceptional.
It took me some time, but I got there. The lights faded and reality set in. Making less than minimum wage while stuck in a basement office was not good for me. I had saved up. The well was drying up. I chose dog walking as a thin, emaciated weekend cash cow. It kept some of the lights on, at least.
My phone blinked. I picked it up and scrolled once.
It was an email. I went through it and ran fast, on my knees first then up on my feet. I burst through my door and ran to my red-faced and sweat-cheeked roommate.
‘Charlotte, I got the job!’
‘Congratulations,’ she said, deflated.
I saw the object behind her back and winced.
‘Oh, gosh, I am so sorry.’
‘No, it’s fine.’
‘If I knew, then I would have...’
‘It’s okay, Julia. Please. Just… I’ll be out in a minute, okay?’
‘Okay.’
I leaned against the wall and laughed heavily. I felt my ribs. I heard my bones crack. I was happy.
The job of a lifetime had just come to me, right when I needed it. Julia Cast was going to be the next best thing!
I briskly walked away after the sound of overworking batteries behind her door hit my ears.
***
It was April, I can best think, when I walked through those doors for the seventh time. Charlie had dressed me up, well, overdressed was more like it, for my fifth day on the job. The pink and white-hemmed skirt hugged my toned thighs.
There was a soft touch to the cotton blouse I wore; it had just the right amount of cut under my collarbone to be decent and subtly sexy.
My hair was looped in a tight bun behind my head, and smelled of fresh lemongrass hairspray. She had made sure nothing would stop me from gettin
g my fist through the glass ceiling, and the set of thin white pearls dangling below my neck were sure proof of that.
‘Don’t you dare come back if you get mugged,’ she had said while clicking the clasp behind my neck. ‘My mother did not sail all the way to the Americas with this as her only possession for her daughter’s friend to lose them.’
‘Jeez. She wasn’t on the Mayflower, Charlie.’
‘I know. But it felt that way.’
That was three years ago. The pearls were still safe, and my roommate had gotten herself in a polyandrous marriage off the coast of Haiti. I missed her.
I walked straight through to my work desk, the clip clop of the light heels on my feet making my arrival as noisy as they could. There was an air of brevity that day. Hands flew and tongues wagged.
Men in black suits walked with assumed haste towards the cafeteria and ordered triple espressos. The coffee machines hissed dominantly beside the knives cutting through heavy and raw veggies for salads. I watched from afar, while waiting along the escalator with at least ten others, marveling at how everyone felt the need to rush. It was acquisition day.
I placed my bag neatly by the front legs of my standalone chair and got the computer working. It was early. I did not expect to smell his cologne so soon.
Henry Palmer was the kind of man who walked into a room and stole everyone’s attention. He stood a head taller than everyone else, and his body frame was daunting. He was firm, and even through his suit you could see it.
He walked with a haughty, determined demeanor that shook me to my very core the day he interviewed me. The man smelled of a foreign vineyard, and his eyes, his heavy and deep brown eyes, saw through every lie and every soul.
He was a man sculpted to perfection, better than Michelangelo ever envisioned. And the man, the god among men, was standing over me, flipping through a binder with his thick and perfectly manicured finger. My pussy clenched when I saw him, just like it always did.