by Jamie Knight
The images flooded my mind, seeming somewhere between a slide show and a dream. A menagerie of images detailed our life together. Skye moving into my house to live with me and both of us shopping and me taking care of her in every possible way, her taking care of me in the bedroom.
My reverie was interrupted by the distinctive sounds of Skye waking up. I waited to see which way she went, just for fun. She rolled toward me, wrapping her arms around me, her wonderful tits pressing up against me.
“Morning,” I said, fighting a laugh.
“Morning, master,” she murmured contentedly.
I wasn’t quite sure who instigated the kiss, our lips seeming to come together at exactly the same time. It was more that possible we just had the same idea at the same time in an instance of wonderful coincidence.
As we kissed my hands went to her tits as throw drawn by magnets, Skye sticking her chest out to make things a little easier. I wasn’t sure if there were any lasting effects from the nipple clamps, so I was nice and gentle, massaging her beautiful tits until she seemed close to orgasm before backing off. Skye looked for a second like she wanted to pout but resisted. I kissed her gently as a reward. It was a simple kiss at least at first, soon evolve it int a full on make out session, during which Skye rolled onto her back and opened her legs.
“What do you say?” I asked, grabbing her thigh hard.
“Please.”
“Please, master. I want you to fuck my pussy.”
“Do you now?” I asked, slipping a finger into her wet and ready pussy.
She bit her lip and nodded as I worked her clit, bringing to a level of pleasure where she was beyond the power of full sentences.
“Say it,” I said.
“Fuck me, master. Fuck my pussy.”
She sounded truly desperate. Her beautiful eyes flashing with burning desire. I was nice to see her expressing herself so openly. A far cry from the timid young thing I’d first met at that morning staff meeting.
I teased her a little first, getting her ready. While she had been freshly deflowered, my sweet little Skye was still very thigh and I didn’t want to hurt her, even by accident. She was mine and I loved her. I was taking no chances.
Moving with all due care and attention, I mounted my little darling, stroking the head of my cock against her tight young pussy. The one I’d been responsible for breaking in. A fact which filled me with both pride and protectiveness.
“That okay,” I asked, getting in just past the head.
“Yes, master,” moaned my little pet.
Taking gentle hold of her, I started to move, pumping my big throbbing cock in her tight little pussy, Skye moaning in time with my thrusts. Loud, full throated declarations of her pleasure and love, different from anything I’d heard from her except for the night before when I’d taken her virginity.
Skye wrapped herself around me as I fucked her. Arms around my back. Legs around y waist, making impossible for me to pull out even if I wanted to. I had to wonder if this was intentional, then I remembered her expression when I’d cum in her the night before. The look of pure bliss on her illuminated face. I would do anything to make her happy, so I kept going.
I’d thought about the possibility of babies. Skye was young and as far as I knew, healthy. There was no reason he shouldn’t be able to carry a healthy baby with few to no issues. Bad things could always happen, fate being random and all, If I was going to have children, an idea I’d been thinking about more as I’d gotten older I was in the best possible situation I could be with Skye. The fact that I also loved her with all my heart a major factor in what I decided to do next.
Careful to time it so our orgasms happened at the same time. Her sweet pussy flaming on to my pussy, holding on for dear life, as I filled her up with my cum. Skye looking like she might transcend beyond the mortal plane of existence.
Dressing her in the outfit I’d bought her, returning the clams and vibrator to her possession for practice at home, we headed down to the car. Barely twenty minutes to spare before our usual arrival at work. It was more important than ever that things appeared to be normal. Especially since they had fundamental and permanently changed.
It hurt like losing a limb as I dropped her off on the sidewalk near the building. It was needed to keep up appearances.
“See you at lunch?” I asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a smile.
I arched until she had turned the corner before going in to work. The secret to successfully rushing was to look like you weren’t rushing at all. Sam had been around though and knew a rush when he saw one. On the upside he was a mire or less neutral party, with whom I was on good terms.
I couldn’t be with Skye but that didn’t mean I couldn’t see here. Within a few keystrokes, I had her on the screen as she sat at her cubicle. I hadn’t given her any more work yet, but she still wasn’t wasting time. She was writing, presumably the draft I’d order her to finish.
Around lunchtime, on the sunny if snowy day, disaster struck. Checking her email before going for lunch, the others already gone, her expression changed like I’d never seen before. I wanted to g to her. To hug her, to kiss her, make everything okay but I just couldn’t risk it. Something in me told me things had gone wrong somehow and I needed to know what was happened before we broke protocol too much. At least while we were on company property.
Skye seemed to feel it too. With a quick glance around to make sure she was alone, Skye left the purview of the all seeing eyes. I could nearly count down to the exact point when she knocked lightly at my office door. I made it a point to get it as fast as possible, so I wouldn’t worry her.
“They know,” she said, as soon as the door was close.
“Who is that, sweetheart?”
“Corporate, someone figured it out about us and snitched to corporate,” she said, pacing a trench into the carpet, “we’re under investigation.”
“Who told you that?”
“I just got an email from HR. They tried to be civil but I could read between the lines. They’re spitting tacks. Anything could set them off. We could both be fired and - ”
I took her firmly by the arms and made her look at me. My masterful presence striking her silent.
“Calm down,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” she said visibly relaxing.
I released her, just then feeling the knife in my heart as her words finally started to sink in.
“What do you want to do?” I asked, my master voice almost gone.
“I think we need to stop,” her inner agony showing in her eyes.
“Stop?”
“I don’t want you to get fired. You have a career here. You really are one of the best. They need you but that won’t stop them from firing you if they think they’re right.”
The words stung like poisoned arrows. Mostly because she was absolutely right. The brass could be vindictive bastards when they thought they were crossed. My record to that point wouldn’t count for much if they found out I was directly defying them on a rule they considered to be cardinal. I also shuddered to think what would happen to Skye. She would definitely be fired, probably before the end of her already short-term employment contract. Worse than that she would more than likely get a reputation as the office slut. Trying to sleep her way to the top, even though that absolutely was not true. It sounded crazy but if I ever wanted to see her again, I could never see her again in the way we both wanted.
“Business only?” I asked.
Sweet Skye nodded, looking like she was going to cry. I could certainly empathize but felt like I had to keep it together. Giving one, final hug, I kissed her on the forehead before she returned to her cubical. Thus beginning our completely business relationship.
Returning to my desk I got out the Absinthe. A gift from Inga the previous Christmas, sent over by her parents in Germany. I knew it was sacrilege but I needed relief and didn’t much care, swigging the powerful witches
brew straight from the bottle. It was almost frightening how quickly the light green liquid disappeared. The last thing I saw before the world went dark was the image of Skye crying at her desk on the computer screen.
Chapter Twenty-Four - Skye
The clock ticked like a countdown to something. My mind flashed back to an old British comic-book as I lay in the dark. I had found it by accident in the library while looking around one day. I was a bit surprised to find the publication date from the late 1980s, convinced at. That time that the wold had basically started the day I was born. A bit of arrogance I would soon be relieved of the more history I read.
The cursed clock ticked in my head, more maddening than Captain Hook’s crock or the Tell-Tale Heart. I would have had a modern, digital design but y parents were worried I might electrocute myself. They basically had an Edwardian’s knowledge of electrical gadgets. Generally of the opinion that technological innovations should have stopped with the electric light.
I’d tried counting sheep but stopped after I got to a million. Besides which the baaing had become distracting. Even worse than the tick of the doom clock or the baaing of the flying sheep, was the sense, like the presence of a ghost, of Simon holding me from behind. It was the first night I had slept without him, at lest in the house, in what seemed like forever. Love could do some strange things to your sense of time.
I had slept so well with him. Drifting right off and waking up usually only when prompted. Having my master with me, even downstairs, made me feel safe on a deep and essential level that let me surrender to the night. Something I was never really too good with, having orderliness insomnia most of the way through elementary school. Certain something terrible would happen if I dared to go to sleep. What exactly this might be I had no idea but the risk of it was still enough to keep me up at night. It took years of trying different things to be able to sleep and even then it had never been really well. There were pills I could take to be able not to dream but my parents wouldn’t get them for me. Medication being for weak wiled losers in their opinion. Truly strong people prayed for strength and healing and those who were worthy got it. A tune which in no way changed when my paternal grandfather died from cancer. They didn’t even attend the funeral.
I was back where I’d been before. Laying awake fearing something terrible. The fact that I was alone in what felt like a big empty house didn’t help much. The bigger irony was that if that weren’t the case, something terrible might well have happened. I knew Simon would want to stay with me but that might not be possible if we got fired. I guess he had savings, but they would only go so far. While I was confident he would want me to live with him and support me, I didn’t what to put that kind of pressure on him. Meaning basically, at least in my reductive 18-year-old mind, that it came down to a choice between breaking up with Simon and maybe staying in the city, or staying with him and possibly going home to my parents. Truly a choice between poisoning or stabbing but I still knew which one I preferred.
Somehow, though the aid of unseen forces, I’d managed to get myself into work on he bus. My tummy was rebelling but I figure it was because of the combination of stress and no breakfast.
“Oh dear,” Sam said, as I signed in, though making no further comment.
It had been a couple of weeks since Simon and I decided not to see each other anymore. I really thought it would have gotten easier but it didn’t. The pain fresh every time I happened to see him. I tried to focus on why we had decided to do it, so the sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain.
It came on like a freight train. I’d been at work for maybe an hour. There had still been a gift there, as there had been the last several days. It was part of the office culture after all and it would have looked weird if they had just stopped. Besides which, Simon wasn’t nearly that vindictive.
It felt like a punch in the belly and I knew I was going to puke. The bathrooms were outside the office space, out in the hall with the elevators. I only counted myself lucky that they didn’t need a key. Completely losing the breakfast I never ate, I zombie walked back into the office feeling as dead as I must have looked.
“Skye,” Inga said, as I passed her desk.
I looked, and she signaled for me to get closed, as though we were being watched. I complied, trying not to make a show of leaning in.
“Today at lunch, go get a pregnancy test.”
I wanted to ask what the heck she was talking about, but she had already gone back into mechanical mode, typing madly at her terminal. There was no point in trying to talk to her when she was in that state, so I just went back to my desk.
I got two whole pages done by lunch, which was still a bit of a record for me. Inga’s words bounced around in my head like a lacrosse ball. It seemed crazy but mostly because there was no way I knew of that she could tell if I was pregnant or not. I certainly wasn’t showing or anything. There was the puking but that could have been anything. Still, despite my doubts, I went down to the drug store I’d gotten the card, trying my best to keep my head down in case there were any co-workers there. The last thing I needed were more tongues wagging.
It felt colder than usual in the staff bathroom. At least I assumed going by the shiver running through me as I waited for the test. It was one of the ones that was absolutely clear. I’d bought two just in case. It didn’t matter. A little blue plus sign appearing on both. I was most definitely with child and there was no doubt as to who the father was, considering I’d had sex exactly twice, both times with the same man.
I knew I should tell him. He was the kid’s father and had a right to know. Had the circumstances been different I definitely would have, even risking going to his office to tell him the good news. As it was, the risk was to high. It would take only one co-worker with a big mouth to overhear and since we weren’t going to the houses any more it seemed like to big a risk. Because we were still under investigation, I didn’t even want to risk anyone seeing me getting into his car, or seeing us in public at all. I guessed Inga knew, both about Simon and our baby, but felt like I could trust her. The idea of single motherhood petrified me, but seemed like the only option available.
Chapter Twenty-Five - Simon
The world was beautiful and new and I could not resist whistling a happy tune. I did however resist the urge to skip down the path. I just wasn’t built for it. Too much chance of me tripping over my own feet. Causing serious damage to my image let alone my knee joints.
The park was one of the oldest in the state. In like most ‘green spaces’ that were literally strips of grass among the urban tangle,, it actually looked like genuine woods in the heart of the city.
I felt like a kid at a dance, trying to pluck up the courage to ask my crush to dance. Even though there was much more on the line that fine afternoon. It was still frigid as Dante's innermost circle of Hell, but I didn’t feel it. My mind far to busy spinning with all the possibles. That she was late which wasn’t necessary tragic, but that didn’t stop my mind from constantly going there.
Finally, I spotted her coming up the path. Everything in me was hollering that I should hold her tight and smother her in kissed and never let her go. A nice idea but I decided it would be smart to fill her in on the situation first.
“Isn’t this dangerous?” she asked.
“No, not anymore, it’s all fixed,” I said, so happy I could cry.
“The investigation is over?”
“In a way of speaking. I quit and took a job over at Bat & Bell as artistic director. Similar to what I was doing at Pigeon on lay a lot more fun with a damn sight less stress. Not least because I’m no longer under Pigeon’s corporate control. B&B want to make money too but aren’t wiling to crush personalities to do it.”
“So you’re not my boss anymore?”
“Nope.”
“Who is?”
“Inga,” I said with a grin, “the big brass wanted to look for someone else by there was an internal revolt. Basically everyone with a
permanent position said that either Inga was the new senior editor or they’re handing in their resignation. No point in having a department with no staff so they gave in. She’s promised to give permanent positions to all the holiday hires.”
“That’s what I am,” Skye said, struck silly by the news.
“It’s what you were. You have a permanent job at Pigeon if want it.”
“We can be together,” she said, finally realizing the full significance.
“If you’ll have me,” I said with a shrug.
I should have seen the attack hug coming, but she’d managed to take me surprise. The kiss was surpassing, passionate and pure. Putting me in mind of the fairy tales that still came across my desk on occasion.
“Want to celebrate?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” she enthused, seeming to catch my drift, “we have to be careful though.”
“Oh, why, is something wrong?”
“I hope not,” she said, suddenly seeming unsure.
“Skye, what’s going on?”
“I’m having a baby,” she blurted.
“Th-that’s - beautiful,” I said, searching for the right word.
The tears felt like a waterfall, at first making me wonder if I might have said the wrong things or maybe the pregnancy hormones were getting to her.
“Tears of joy?” I asked.
“And relief,” she said, rising her hand to wipe them away.
I stopped her, pulling her to me and kissing away her tears. My sweet pet lay her head against my chest and let out a contented sigh. Both of us glad for her to be in my arms again.