by Jamie Knight
I also wonder if we just made a baby together. Looking up, I see Tommy’s sweet face. Even in the throes of lust, he has such a goodness about him. I know I want to have children with him. We are a family now, and nothing is going to come between us.
Extended Epilogue - Melissa
After all we had been through with Vanacore and setting up the new legal department at McKenzie Tech, Tommy and I decided to take a weekend trip. We both needed a little vacation.
We also need time to celebrate our engagement. So, we drove up to a very private Bed and Breakfast in Vermont.
We also have something extra special to celebrate this weekend: the fact that we are really fucking rich now. Tommy had written a letter to Dennis that he had his supervising lawyer sign off on, and Dennis capitulated and sent a very large sum to me so that I wouldn’t sue him.
I’m so glad for all of Tommy’s hard work on the case. He is going to make a great lawyer. And I find it funny that Dennis ended up having to pay me money thanks to my new boyfriend helping me out on the case— something that Dennis didn’t and would never know, of course, because I’m never going to talk to him again.
He also got his check from McKenzie Tech. He happily signed the agreement not to sue— as he wasn’t planning to, anyway, but the company wanted to be sure to have all the paperwork assurances and told him he deserves the hefty sum of money, which he does.
The trees outside our room’s window are turning yellow and red. The forecast for tonight is snow. It’s going to get cold here, but I have Tommy’s love to keep me warm. Well, that and a roaring fire in our private room.
Tommy hands me a glass of red wine. He settles in behind me on a few blankets we spread out before the fireplace and pushes his big body against mine. I take a sip of my wine, savoring the slightly chocolaty aftertaste it leaves in my mouth, and lean into my love. It’s the bed feeling in the world to have him behind me, one hand casually tracing a line over my hips.
“Happy, pet?” he murmurs into my ear.
I take another sip of wine and nod. “This is so relaxing. I love being warmed by a fire.”
Tommy leans forward and plants a soft kiss on my neck just below my ear. “Agreed. Honestly, this is the fanciest place I’ve ever been too.”
I look around at our somewhat humble room, shocked. It’s a nice, private place but not a five-star hotel. Sometimes I forget that Tommy is just now getting used to having money. When he became the head of the legal department at McKenzie Tech, that came with a pretty substantial raise.
I smile to myself. “Don’t worry, love. We will go to a lot of nice places now. Now that you’re where you are meant to be.”
One of his large hands moves lightly down my neck, pulling the strap of my dress off my shoulder, so he can plant another gentle kiss there. The touch of his lips sends shivers down my spine, even though the fire is blazing before me.
“Are you where you are meant to be, pet?” As he asks this, his breath hisses onto my shoulder. It tickles slightly.
I chuckle into my wine glass. “In the arms of the best man in the world and in front of a fire? Yes, I’d say that here is pretty much perfect.”
Tommy hums. “I bet I can make it better,” he says mischievously.
The tone of his voice makes my pussy ache. I know what is coming, and I want it badly, but I don’t let him know that. “Oh,” I say casually. “How are you going to do that, sir?” The emphasis I put on the word sir is a challenge. One that Tommy chuckles at.
He moves quickly, getting up and walking across the room before I can complain about the loss of his touch. I down the last of my wine, set my glass on the table, and look up as my boss sets a wooden, dining room chair next to me.
I raise my eyebrows. “What are you doing with that?”
The grin Tommy gives me is almost arrogant, but it’s not cold. Cold is something that Tommy never is. He pats the seat of the chair. “On your knees, pet. You gave me a challenge, and as your boss, I have to punish you for your insubordination.” His hand slaps into the seat of the chair again, emphasizing his point.
I reach behind my back to grab the zipper of my dress, but Tommy grabs my hand. “I didn’t say to undress,” he snaps. “Now, I will have to punish you twice. You’re not following orders, pet.”
I snap my mouth shut, lower my eyes, and climb onto the chair backward. The wooden seat is hard on my knees, but I don’t complain. Tommy guides my arms up to the back of the chair, where he has me grab the railing. Once my hands are clenched down, he wraps silken straps around my wrists, trying them tightly to the chair. Another set of silken cords are wrapped around my ankles, making sure I can’t move them from the seat of the chair. When I shuffle slightly to get more comfortable, Tommy slaps a hand into my rump. The spank makes my whole body stiffen with a slight sting.
“Someone is being very disobedient tonight,” he murmurs. “I would gag you, pet, but I want to hear you moan.”
He traces a hand up my thighs, pushing up my skirt as he goes. I shiver under the lightness of his touch. It makes my skin warm. I want to push my butt out towards him, but I know that he doesn’t want me to move yet, and I want to please my boss.
The zipper of my dress comes down at Tommy’s pull. He slides the fabric off my shoulders, letting it pool at my tied wrists. I can feel the heat of the fire warming my skin. When the zipper stops, Tommy starts to tear and rip the fabric of my skirt. It falls away, leaving my ass only covered by my panties. His large thumbs massage my ass cheeks through the satin, then he hooks his fingers under the straps and pulls till they rip as well.
He hums again. “Your body is so beautiful with your skin glowing under the firelight.”
I hear him step away and wait patiently. I can hear the movement of fabric as he undresses behind me. Knowing that he is getting nude makes my body tense. I shake slightly with anticipation. I want him to touch me so bad, but I can’t hurry my boss, so I grip the chair tighter and try not to rub my aching pussy on my own legs. I’m so wet, and I need release so badly.
There is a soft brush against my back, then a hint of wetness. The feeling happens again, this time harder and I realize that Tommy is rubbing his hard cock onto my skin leaving trails of his precum as a mark of his dominance of me. I am his, to do whatever he wants with.
A moan escapes my lips.
“Does that feel good, pet?” he asks rubbing harder. I can feel his length clearly now. He’s hard as a rock, and all I can think about is that big, hard dick being pushed into my pussy.
“It feels so good, sir,” I answer, nodding my head. “I want your big dick. I want your big dick in my pussy.”
Tommy tuts. “Now, this is a punishment, pet. I can’t give you what you want.”
I shiver. The tension and desire in my body are becoming unbearable. I need his cock to give me the pleasure I crave. Without my bidding, my hips just up, pushing my ass out towards him. Tommy spanks my bare ass. It stings but feels good at the same time.
As I start to lower my ass back down to my heels, he grabs my hips and stops me. “No,” he orders. “Keep it there.” I freeze. Tommy moves right behind me, rubbing my ass cheeks and pulling them open so he can see my little pink asshole. He reaches over to a table, and I hear a bottle opening. The next touch I feel is wet and cold and right on my asshole. I flinch slightly, but one of Tommy’s hands grabs my butt cheeks and keeps me still.
His thick fingers rub the lube into my rim. It starts to warm and feel good. Relaxing into his hands, I let my ass slip down slightly, and a moan escapes my lips. One of his fingertips pushes into me, spreading my asshole. It feels good, and I relax so he can push in further. He pumps in and out of me, making me shiver and moan.
“Are you ready for me, pet?” he asks, his voice husky. “I want to feel your tight hole stretch for me.”
I raise and lower my hips. “Yes, sir. Stick your cock into my asshole. Please, sir. I need it.”
His fingers
slip out of me, and I hold still, sucking a breath in in anticipation. The gentle touch of his cockhead on my asshole makes me jump, but I hold myself still and take deep breaths. He pushes in slowly, pulling my tender, little hole open and filling it full. The ring of my asshole clenches his girth in a stranglehold, making Tommy pant and grunt as he pushes in deeper.
“God, pet. You are so tight.”
Feeling dirty, I push my hips back into him, sliding his full length inside me. Tommy moans as his balls slap into my pussy. “Oh, God. Oh, God. This feels so good, Melissa. I can’t even…”
I know that I’m the one tied down, but at this moment, Tommy is in my control. The sly part of me turns the tables and punishes him. Taking charge, I slide my ass back off his dick, feeling the relief that comes with its absence, and then just as quickly, I press back onto him. His cock fills me full. It slides into my ass, stretching me as far as I can go. Tommy’s balls swing, slapping into my wet pussy again. I can feel his whole body stiffen, and he grabs my hips to try to stop my movement.
“No, pet!”
I giggle. I have no intention of listening. Keeping my movements fast, I buck my hips, sliding his hard length in and out of me as fast as I can. Tommy grabs my hips harder. His breath comes in pants, and he moans over and over.
“Oh, God. You feel so good, pet.”
The friction in my tight hole, it gets harder and harder, making my ass tingle and quiver. My pussy starts to drip, wetting Tommy’s balls and my inner thighs. I drop my head down, feeling dizzy with pleasure, and rest it on the back of the wooden chair.
Tommy’s fingers grip my hips and ass so hard that it feels like they are going to bruise. He starts pumping me, taking charge, and riding my asshole as hard as he can. I can feel his dick swell inside me. He grunts harder, thrusting as deep into me as he can, and freezes. Cum flows into my ass, warm and wet. The feeling sends me over the edge, making me more dizzy and lightheaded as my ass and puss throb with my orgasm. I cum so hard, I squirt all over the chair, and the room starts to spin.
Spent, Tommy leans into me. He rests his head on the back of my shoulder, panting. “You got me, pet,” he whispers, his breath warm. “You’re such a bad pet.”
I chuckle. “Maybe, but that was so good.”
He nods his head and plants a kiss on my shoulder before standing and slipping out of me. I can feel his cum run down my ass cheeks and onto the chair. It all makes me feel so dirty and good. Tommy moves to my arms and starts to untie me.
“You know,” he starts, “Even though you’re my good pet, when you’re bad like that, it makes me want to keep punishing you.”
I grin to myself as he unties my feet. “Oh, yes, sir. Any time you’d like.”
My boss helps me off the chair and leads me towards the bathroom. He grins at me as I walk on unsteady legs.
“Good,” he whispers. “Because I’m always going to make my good pet feel, oh, so good!”
THE END
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Prologue - Bradley
I shouldn’t have been doing this. Shouldn’t have these thoughts about James’s daughter.
But, she was so damn hot. And she had been practically throwing herself at me. Those hips, those lips, those eyes… it was as if she was begging me to do what I wanted, which was to bend her over my lap and spank her ass for being such a bad girl, and then thrust my dick deep inside her mouth.
Her father James was the only good friend I had these days, and he had been ever since I so desperately needed one. After I was injured at war and discharged from duty, he’d taken me to his house and let me stay with him even though he had only been my commanding officer. We’d grown close, both due to the gratefulness I’d felt for him and the bond we’d shared as he’d helped me get back on my feet.
Fucking his daughter was no way to repay him for his kindness— even though it was clear she wanted me to take her for her very first time. Sure, she was an adult and seemed to know exactly what she wanted— which was very obviously me. And I wanted to take her— every which way I could.
From behind, while she was on all fours calling out my name and I was pulling her hair. From on top, while I was looking into those pretty eyes she liked to bat so innocently at me. From underneath her, so that she could spread those legs wide and let me all the way into her tiny, tight, wet little pussy.
I couldn’t do it. Could I? It could have all sorts of negative consequences. James would no doubt kick me out of his house. And what if I knocked her up? She had her whole life ahead of her, and mine had just been unexpectedly derailed.
I had to fucking control myself. But could I? Not with those curvy hips of hers walking in front of me, while she was dressed only in her bikini, begging me to come for a swim with her. Swim with her? I wanted to swim in her. And I always got what I wanted.
Chapter 1 - Bradley
“Hope the chicken isn't too spicy for you,” said James, looking over at me while I absentmindedly scraped my food around on my plate. I was so lost in thought, I almost forgot where I was.
I was still trying to process everything. So much had happened. I knew that, all things considered, I was very lucky. Too bad that lucky felt so fucking shitty.
I shifted in my chair to try to relieve some of the pressure from my hip. I winced at a sharp pain shooting from my toes up my leg.
I had been an aircraft mechanic in the Air Force for about eighteen years. Some people have looked at that as “not shit” since I wasn't in direct combat much, but for me, it let me do what I loved while still serving our country.
I was a self-taught mechanic, learning everything I knew as a young kid working on the cars of friends, family, neighbors, basically anyone within a ten-mile radius who would let me near their car. People would remark with amazement when their car was fixed using little or no parts, and drove better than it had before it needed work done on it. News traveled fast about the teenage boy who could fix cars and did it for next to nothing, sometimes even for free.
I vividly remember a lady walking up to my house, looking nervous and afraid.
“B-Br-Brad?” she asked quietly.
“'Yeah,” I said. “What can I do for you?”
Wringing her hands and glancing around nervously, she continued, but in a language I did not understand. It wasn’t Spanish or French or any of the languages I’d heard in school. Might’ve been Hungarian.
“I’m sorry, ma’am…” I remember extending out my hand slowly, with caution.
She was so scared. It was then I realized her body was wrapped in some unusual garment I’d never seen before. I couldn’t tell if it was one of those fashionista things or one of those National Geographic things. The sadness in her eyes touched my heart.
“C-Caaar? Car? Help?” she asked in an unsure voice.
“Sure, I'll help you. Let me give you a ride to wherever your car is.”
As I said it, I made a motion with one of my arms as if I was using a steering wheel to drive, while gesturing at her with my other arm to come with me. She understood what I was saying and lit up right away, smiling.
We drove the mile to where her car was and I saw what was wrong right away. Her car had overheated and needed coolant. I drove her over to the gas station and she bought some. I put it in her car, had her start
the car, and after a few minutes, her engine sounded better and she was ready to go.
“Tank you,” she said, bowing her head deeply, holding my teenaged hand between her two hands, clasped as if in prayer.
“You're welcome.”
She looked up into my eyes, hers welling with emotion. “God… God repay you,” she said.
“It's okay. Really. I'm just glad that I could help,” I told her.
I saw two car seats in the back of her car and wondered where her children were. I didn't bother asking her. But, I was happy that I could help.
That was when I realized that my interest in being a mechanic was more than just a hobby. I wanted to make it my profession.
I worked hard and put myself through trade school, paying for it by working at a fast food joint. Those were long, hard days, going to school during the day and working at night. Sheer will got me through those nights when the restaurant was slow.
But, I knew that if I had any hopes of doing anything with my life, I would have to keep going. I came from a dirt-poor family. Most of them had barely gotten through grade school, let alone had any real profession to speak of.
So, when I graduated from trade school as a mechanic, I felt like I was on top of the fucking world. Unfortunately, though, there weren't very many opportunities in the town where I lived. And I didn’t have the money to pack up and move.
When an Air Force recruiter came around and asked if I wanted to join, I signed up right away. I knew that this was it—my ticket to freedom.
And I was right. Being a mechanic in the Air Force opened my eyes to a whole new world. Honestly, it was an entirely new level of existence. I never even knew anyone who worked that hard, with focus, in order to accomplish—and to be accomplished—as the guys in my unit did.