by Jamie Knight
I looked down at Bobby, who was carrying his little bag. It was all the toys he’d want to play with and whatever books he was reading. Aiden had quite a lot at his place, we set it up like that, but there was always more Bobby wanted to bring, so we got him a little travel bag to fill up with whatever he wanted.
“Are you ready to go, baby?”
“Mmhm,” Bobby nodded.
I didn’t need to take anything because Aiden made sure to stock up the house with enough stuff for all three of us. And, the first time we spent the night at the mansion, I made sure to take care of whatever he had missed. It was just Bobby who liked to bring more and more over.
Soon we would be taking everything we owned there.
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After a long night of eating whatever food Bobby wanted and playing whatever games Bobby wanted, we were finally able to get him to go to sleep. Our son was full of energy and excitement, probably from everything that had happened, but that energy couldn’t last all night, and he finally tuckered himself out.
Aiden and I were lying in his large king-sized bed together. I was cuddled up against his side.
“Today went really well, huh?” he asked, brushing his fingers through my hair.
“It went better than well. I would say it was perfect.”
It was one of the best days of my life. It was the first time we felt like a true happy family. I couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier.
“You’d say the day was perfect?” He looked my way and raised one eyebrow.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t?”
I knew Aiden enjoyed everything we did today, but he didn’t have to use the same superlatives as me to describe our time together.
He sat up a bit and leaned on his elbow. “I think it was close to perfect. There’s just one more thing that I think would bring this day to absolute perfection.”
“What’s that?”
Aiden didn’t answer immediately, turning over slightly to reach into his bedside drawer. I couldn’t see what he had in his hand. He was hiding it rather well.
“What are you holding?”
“I wanted to ask you something, Reagan.” He knelt next to me.
“Okay.”
“I feel like it should have been done with a lot more pomp, but this just felt like the right moment. I don’t know why I’m drawing this out so much. I should just come out and say it, but… oh boy, I am nervous. You’re one of the few people who can make me nervous, not that that’s a bad thing.”
Aiden rarely rambled like this, but it usually meant he was gearing up to say something close to his heart.
“What is it, Aiden?”
“I want to ask you to marry me, but I’m not entirely sure how to do it, and the idea has been turning around in my head for so long, and I wanted to do it perfectly, but maybe these things can’t be done perfectly —”
“You want to marry me?”
“Huh?” Aiden finally came out his rant to look up at me. His hazel eyes were shining.
“Show me what’s in your hand.”
He furrowed his brow before opening up the fist he had made and, in his palm, was a ring box.
“Yeah, will you marry me?” He looked so nervous like he was about to pass out. I wasn’t going to make him wait any longer.
“Yes, I’ll marry you! Of course!”
Aiden smiled and opened up the box, revealing the most beautiful solitaire diamond ring I’d ever seen. He took it out and slid it onto my finger.
I brought both of my hands onto either side of his face, placing a long and passionate kiss on his lips. I wrapped my arms around him and mounted his body. Once I was comfortably on top, Aiden laid down on the bed. I ran my hands up and down his chest.
“What do you want to do tonight?”
“Maybe I could tie you up, blindfold you, maybe we could get some wax.” Aiden ran his fingers up and down my arms, making my hair stand up on edge. I brought my body down, pressing my chest into his. Our faces were a breath apart.
“Being bound sounds lovely.”
Aiden nodded. He kissed me lightly, turning his body to slide me off onto the mattress as he got up. I watched him walk around the room collecting things and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. When he was done with the last button, he pulled it off, revealing his hard, muscular torso. It was hard to believe sometimes that such a handsome man was going to be my lover for the rest of my life.
I took off my own clothing, sliding off my dress, bra, and panties. I didn’t want anything to get in the way of our fun. Laying back on the bed, I let myself relax. My pussy was already aching, and I was excited about our night together. I let my eyes flicker closed.
There was a soft chuckle as Aiden came back to the bed. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he slid a finger up my ankle. It was an old way of communicating between us. I lifted my leg, so he could tie the silk cord around it. There was a pull as it was wrapped to the bedpost, and Aiden tested the biding. He repeated the process with the other leg and both my arms.
Spread eagle with my arms tied tight over my head, I felt my excitement growing. But still, I didn’t open my eyes. There was something about the surprise that was driving me wild.
“It’s going to be that kind of night?” Aiden hummed.
I let a grin cross my face. “It is the perfect night.”
A sharp slap slammed into my left breast. It stung, burst with feelings of pleasure, and set my tit swinging all at the same time. I gasped then moaned. Another slap hit me right in the clit. Shock ran through me, along with electric shocks of pleasure.
“More,” I gasped. “Harder.”
Another chuckle filled the room. “You don’t get to make demands. Do you want to be punished?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
I waited for another slap, but it didn’t come. Instead, suddenly, two of Aiden’s thick fingers pushed into my wet pussy roughly. The feeling was so intense, I could barely breathe. His thumb circled my clit, rubbing and brushing at different intensities as his fingers pumped in and out of me. It was hard and fast and rough to the point that I couldn’t hold back.
“Oh, God,” I begged. “Not yet. Not yet.”
Aiden didn’t listen. He didn’t hold back. His warm wet tongue replaced his thumb on my clit. He licked, sucked, and tickled my folds until my whole body was humming, and I was crying out. My hips bucked. My body twitched, pulling at the silk on my wrists and ankles. Instinctually, my legs tried to pull together, but they couldn’t. I was open and bare to anything Aiden wanted to do to me.
My pussy ached. It tensed and quivered, signaling my impending orgasm. My legs pulled, and my toes curled.
Then all the sensation was gone. It left me at the heights of pleasure without release, and I whimpered. “No!” My body squirmed against the sheets. “Please. Please. Aiden, please.”
My pleading was answered by the brush of his massive cockhead against my lower lips. He slid it through my juices, up and down till my pussy opened wider. I thrust my hips upward, but my love only put in the first inch of his hard cock. It stretched me out, but I wanted it all. His slowness was maddening.
“Do you want me?” Aiden asked.
“Yes!” I begged. “Give it to me. Give me your hard cock!”
He slid in fast, filling my pussy up all the way to my cervix and stretching me around his girth. Then he stopped and held. I twisted, savoring the feeling of every inch of him. We were connected.
Aiden pulled all the way out and then thrust in again hard. I gasped as his hips slapped into my thighs and his balls pounded on my ass.
“More! I’m yours. More!”
My begging drove him wild and my love took me hard and fast. He pumped me roughly, causing my body to pull against my restraints. After the workup he gave me, I came hard, so hard I was light-headed. But we were not done yet.
He kept going, speeding up and using all his strength against me. A
iden twisted his dick inside me, thrusting in at slightly different angles. Each brush and push brought new pleasure. The tension in my core immediately started building again, only to release a few minutes later in another orgasm.
“Aiden,” I screamed. “I love you.”
He thrust in hard and deep. I could feel his cock straining, then pumping warm cum into my womb. As I felt the heat of his seed, I hoped that in that moment, we would make another baby. Bobby could use a brother or sister.
When Aiden found his breath, he kissed me on the forehead but kept us connected.
“Look at me, Reagan.”
I did as ordered gazing up into his handsome face.
“I love you, too. I always have. I will never let anyone come between us again.”
I smiled.
Even though our life together was starting almost a decade too late, I was beyond happy because we were together again. I was going to live my life to fullest because, just like Aiden, I didn’t want to waste a single second of it.
THE END
Beloved Pet
His Pet Series Book 6
Copyright © 2020; Jamie Knight
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1 - Jocelyn
As I walked up the stairs to the lobby of McKenzie and Smith Technologies, I didn't think I'd ever been as nervous in my whole life. It was early February and the crisp winter wind bit at my cheeks, but I was feeling hot inside, due to anxiety.
I felt a bit light-headed and I had to remind myself to replay the Confidence Track over and over again in my mind, from the YouTube video I had been watching in preparation for today- what felt like the biggest day ever.
I can do anything set my mind to, I told myself mentally.
Sure, you would think the day I was sworn in as a lawyer would have been the happiest day of my whole life. And at the time, it was. But that was five months ago now, and I hadn't been able to get a job.
That was a little embarrassing. But so were a lot of things about my life; for instance, the fact that I still lived with my older brother, Paul. The living arrangement helped us both save money on expensive New York City rent and provided me with good company- we'd been close ever since I was born 22 months after him.
But sometimes, it seemed a bit too close for comfort and I would start thinking about moving into my own place, only to remind myself that I had no job and was still living on leftover student loan money I’d saved up. There wasn’t much, and it was about to run out soon.
I am a strong and independent woman, I repeated my mantra.
Also, I was sometimes embarrassed by the fact that I didn't have a lot of friends. Hannah was pretty much it. She and I went way back, too- we had met on our first day of middle school and bonded over being the only kids whose moms had packed us a lunch, instead of being able to buy cafeteria food like the other kids were able to do.
I guess I had always been socially awkward, and it had only gotten worse instead of getting better as I'd grown up and gotten older. I had found it hard to make new friends and trust people.
I can be whatever and whoever I want to be.
I said this to myself, but I didn't know if I believed it. So far, I hadn't been able to be a lawyer, for instance. I had very good references from my former professors and I got very good grades in law school.
I was even on the mock trial team for a semester, but I had mostly prepared briefs for the other students to argue. My oral argument skills left a lot to be desired, since I had always sucked at public speaking.
That was why I hadn't managed to land a job. I always choked during the interview.
And here I was, going to a very important one, certain I was going to mess up again, no matter how many mantras from my Confidence Track I repeated to myself.
I exude confidence and pass through life with aplomb.
I remember when I first heard the woman with the British accent who reads the mantras on the track say “aplomb,” I had giggled a little. I could hardly say I did anything with aplomb. I wouldn't exactly say I did much with confidence, either.
I always felt uncomfortable in my skin- not to mention my plus size clothing! Lots of people have said they admire my curves, but I'd always thought it was just their polite way of saying I'd be prettier if I lost a few pounds. At least, that was always what my mom had meant, when she'd said it just like that.
The reason she'd always pack my lunches was so that she could carefully select only nutritional, healthy food: salad, grill chicken, Greek yogurt. It was food that tasted bland and left me feeling so hungry.
Hannah and I would always spend our allowance- or, later, when we got older- our after-school job money, at Ricki's, our favorite ice cream place, loading up our different flavored scoops of ice cream with a variety of different toppings.
My mom always wondered how I wasn't losing weight, until she saw me there one day when she was in the parking lot for the health food store next door and she berated me for ruining all her efforts.
I went home and cried, even though I felt like an idiot for caring what my mom said, when I already knew she had the tendency to be mean. She worked long hours at two jobs to support us. One was an office job and the other was bartending at night, so she was often tired and cranky. I was always determined to not have to do that, so that was why I ended up going to law school.
Paul told me not to let her get to me- that she was overly critical, and nothing could please her. He was right about that, but it wasn’t as if I could magically pretend that her words hadn’t hurt.
He told me I was beautiful as I was, didn't need to lose weight, and would one day find a guy who loved me more than our mom, or our dad, who had taken off when we were toddlers, ever could.
I wanted to believe him. But after all this time had passed since then, I still hadn't managed to land a boyfriend.
Yep. That's right. At age 26, I was still a virgin. And that was the most embarrassing thing of all!
Sure, I fantasized about my perfect man. I wanted someone tall, dark and handsome- doesn't every straight woman? I wanted him to look like a nice cross between a nerd and an in shape jock. He could wear both glasses and an old high school letterman’s jacket.
I wanted his eyes to light up in happy surprise when he saw me for the first time, letting me know that I was the only one for him. And I wanted him to swoop me up and carry me to bed, where he'd expertly make love to me every day for the rest of my life.
I guess you could say I had high standards. Perhaps impossibly high standards.
Needless to say, I hadn't found his man yet. And I wasn't sure I ever would.
And now was not the time to be thinking about that. Because I was approaching the receptionist, who looked up from her computer as if I was a huge annoyance to her and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Yes," I said, clearing my throat nervously, because I hadn’t been expecting such a rude welcome. "I’m here for an interview, but I'm a little confused, because it's supposed to be with Davies & Sons law firm, but the email I received told me to come to McKenzie and Smith Technologies, so, um, here I am."
She had an amused look on her face- the kind of look I hate. The kind that lets me know I’m being a moron, but, even worse, the times that people had given me this look were times in which I didn't even know how or why I was being a moron. And this time was no exception.
I looked around to see if this was is a suite and if maybe there were signs pointing to a back office somewhere, which might be the home of a law firm. But everything only said McKenzie and Smith.
I should had come here a day earlier to do recon and scope out the joint, I chided myself. But I was still not sure I would have been able to make sense of this place, even without the pressure of Miss Judgy Receptionist beaming down my neck.
"Davies & Sons has been purchased by McKenzie and Smith Technologies,"
the prim receptionist finally said, as if deciding to show mercy on me and bless me with this very serious knowledge I somehow should have already known.
"I see," I told her. “And where would their office be?"
"Offices, plural," she corrected me, curtly. "Three floors up."
She nodded her head in the general direction of what I soon realized, after squinting more closely in its direction, was an elevator.
How many floors does this office have? I wonder.
I was about to tell her thanks and head off confidently in the direction of the elevator I had just found out existed- faking it until I hopefully made it, as my YouTube videos told me to do-when another woman came down the hall, smiling at me in a much nicer and friendlier manner than Miss Judgy had been.
"Are you here for the Davies internship?" she asked me, cheerfully.
"Yes," I told her. "I've found out it's three floors up.”
“That’s right. I see you've met Morgan,'' the woman said.
The corners of her lips turned down a bit as she did.
My feelings exactly!
“I have,” I told her, doing my best to sound professional, rather than catty.
Not sounding catty wasn’t exactly my forte, though. I could be a sarcastic bitch when I wanted to be.
"She mostly schedules our calendar,” the woman continued, “while I’m the one who is in charge of hospitality. We had so many people coming in today that I was busy helping someone else, though, and I apologize that your official welcoming party of one was late."
"That's okay,” I told her, happy to be getting off on a better foot now than I was with Miss Judgy- I mean Morgan. “I’m Jocelyn Peterson.”
“Nice to meet you. I'm Cynthia White,” she says, extending a professionally manicured hand in my direction.
Everything about her was polished but somehow still down to earth and a lot warmer than the vibe that Morgan was giving off. I instantly liked her.