Then, out of nowhere, he slaps his hand across my ass and I let out a yelp. I look back over at him and he raises his eyebrows in question, asking for my permission to continue. I nod my head at him and he doesn’t leave a moment of hesitation. He slaps my ass again and then rubs his hand against my backside to soften the blow.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Grace,” Boyd says, running a hand up my back. “You haven’t been getting your work done.”
Slap.
“And because of this insubordination, I’m going to have to punish you.”
Slap.
I hear him unwrapping something and can only assume that it’s a condom.
“Have to get the protection out of the way,” Boyd says, affirming my suspicions. “Even though I can’t wait to fuck your tight little pussy. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
After a moment, he grabs my ass with both hands and I can feel the tip of his large member against the entrance of my pussy. I’m already wet with desire and I can’t stand the thought of him being so close to me without him actually being inside me.
“Do with me what you must, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, in what I hope sounds like a sexy manner.
He takes this as the invitation it clearly is, and slowly slides his penis inside me. At first, it hurts, and I cry out despite myself.
“Ouch!”
“It’s okay,” he says, kissing my neck as he finishes putting it in me. Suddenly, my pain gives way to pleasure as I enjoy being completely filled up by his huge cock.
“Good girl,” he whispers, nibbling on my earlobe and grabbing my ass while he softly pushes himself in and out of me. “This is what I’ve been waiting for. Thank you for giving it to me. You’re my good girl.”
His gentleness almost makes me want to weep. But the feeling of him inside me, and the way he says “good girl”—something I never thought would turn me out, but sure does now, when he says it—makes me want to cum.
He moves in and out of me, continuing slowly at first, but then begins to pick up the rhythm. He grabs my hips for support and moves harder with each thrust. The desk groans its resistance as I groan in unison with Boyd. I can’t help but imagine his large cock as a nine inch tool, doing a good job of moving deeper inside me.
On and on, Boyd hammers inside me, moving harder and faster. His big cock crams its way to the back of my pussy, stretching me wide open. Beads of sweat break out on my upper lip and my forehead. Soon, my orgasm reaches climax and I can feel his cock throbbing inside me.
My vagina closes tightly around his cock and he lets out a moan of pleasure. Just as I’m about to cum, I feel his cock vibrating, and can feeling him emptying, into the condom, at the same time as I reach the height of my own climax. I lift my head back and try to control my breathing.
But to my dismay, I can’t control myself. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m moaning and sighing, saying his name over and over, trying to remind myself not be too loud, but it’s too hard to think of practical issues right now.
“Oh, my God,” I hear myself saying, as if it’s someone else— completely beyond my control. “Mmmmm. Boyd. Oh, my God. That feels so good. Ahhh. Ahhh. Mmmmmm.”
I breathe deeply, feeling my cheeks redden, knowing that he can tell how good I feel, which makes me feel more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Good girl,” he says, pinching my clit in his fingers and looking down at my pussy still quivering and shaking, with his cock still inside it. “It’s okay. You can let yourself go now, you’re safe with me. I just want to make you feel good.”
His cock is still mostly hard inside me but it’s half hanging out now, so that my pussy juice is dripping out onto it. He rubs his fingers along his cock to scoop up some of my wetness and then he rubs it around on my clit while his other hand plays with my left nipple.
“I’m going to make you come again, so you can keep going ahead and letting yourself go,” he informs me. “Just say whatever you want, Grace. Let me know how I make you feel. I like to watch your pussy and your face as you cum.”
I nod and stare at him as he pinches my nipple hard while also rubbing my clit. The sensation is nearly overwhelming, since my nerve endings are still so sensitive from coming. I start to cum again almost immediately. I feel embarrassed but then remember he told me not to.
So I spread my legs even wider for him, letting him have his way with me, and he takes his cock out of my pussy and slaps it around on my clit while fingering me. This makes me come quickly and almost violently; I love the way he’s slapping his cock around on me yet is still so gentle.
“Oh, my God,” I call out, arching my back while he smiles into my eyes. “I’m coming again. I feel so amazing. Oh, my God, Boyd. Boyd, I’m coming.”
“I know, Grace,” he says, putting another finger into my pussy. Now I’m stretched almost as far as I was as when his cock was inside me. He looks closer at my pussy and then puts yet another finger in.
“I love how no one has ever had this pussy except for me,” he says, as my orgasm subsides but I still feel so good with his fingers inside me. I wish he’d never take them out. I want him to play with me and pleasure me all the time. “I love how it’s mine to do what I want with. Isn’t that right, Grace?”
“Yes,” I nod, loving that I’m on full display for him and that he’s doing whatever he wants with me.
“Say ‘yes, boss,” he instructs me.
“Yes, Boss,” I tell him, a chill running down my spine at how forbidden it sounds.
He runs a hand along my back and slowly pulls his fingers out of me. This action leaves me with an empty sensation, new and uninviting.
“That was amazing,” I say, turning around and kissing him deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me.
“It wasn’t too rough?” Boyd asks, concern clear on his face. He searches my face with his eyes. “I didn’t hurt you? I know I got a little carried away. I couldn’t help myself.”
“To the contrary, Boss,” I say, running my hands along his body. “You’ve made me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before in my life.”
I speak honestly, feeling as though this man is the only one who can bring out my true self. I no longer feel embarrassed around him, because he told me not to be.
“I’m glad to hear that. And I enjoyed it very much too,” Boyd says, picking up our clothes from the floor and separating them out between us.
I slowly get dressed, watching him the entire time. I can’t get rid of the smile on my face as I finish dressing and gather up my work to leave. He smiles widely at me as I leave his office and the all too distressing thoughts of what I’ve just done don’t reach me until I’m half way down the hallway.
Chapter 16 – Grace
“I need to tell you both something,” I say, walking into the dining room where both Andrew and Colleen are silently working their own laptops.
They both work from home—which always meant they could keep a close eye on me—and they only occasionally speak to each other as to not disrupt the flow for the other. But once I’ve said this, they both stop what they’re doing and look up at me.
“What’s wrong, darling?” Colleen says, concern clear on her face. “Please, sit down.”
I take the seat she offers beside her. I try and remain as calm as possible, not knowing how they’re going to take the news I’m about to drop on them. This isn’t going to go well.
“Well, I talked about this with Andrew a while ago,” I begin and watch as they exchange looks. Andrew looks like he’s about to speak but he stops, thinking better of it and gestures for me to go ahead. “I’m sure he told you, Colleen.”
“Yes, Andrew did tell me about the situation at your workplace. But he also said that you told him nothing had happened between you and your boss.”
“That wasn’t strictly true…”
“What do you mean?” Andrew asks, reaching toward me and placing his hand on top of mine. “Did somethi
ng happen? You can talk to us. We’ve always been honest in this family. That still holds true.”
Colleen nods her head in agreement. I hang my head but work up the courage to look them in the eye when I tell them the truth.
“Well, when we first talked, it wasn’t just that I was starting to have feelings for Boyd. It was…”
“Is Boyd your boss?” Colleen asks.
I nod my head and try to continue but by the looks on their faces, I can sense that they already know what I’m going to say.
“Did you sleep with him?” Andrew looks directly at me and I’m unable to look away from his piercing gaze. Colleen looks between Andrew and I, silently willing the truth to be not as it seems.
“Yes, we slept together,” I say, willing myself to not look away and stand my ground. It was my decision to tell them and I can’t back out now. Andrew takes his hand off mine. I make note of this.
Andrew and Colleen are silent for a long moment. They simply look at each other, speaking with just their eyes. I wait patiently, unsure of their reaction. And yet, at the same time, entirely sure of what they’re going to say.
“Grace,” Andrew speaks first, looking down at his hands, fingers laced together. “I want you to know that Colleen and I care about you greatly and we want to see you succeed in this life. Your initial hand was poorly dealt and we had thought that we were giving you a better deal. A better chance at a better life…”
“You are!” I can’t help but interrupt. I need them to know how much they mean to me. It’s for that very reason that I’m being so honest with them now. “You’ve given me so much and I am eternally grateful for everything that you’ve done for me.”
“It doesn’t seem that way,” Andrew says. He looks at Colleen and she takes his hand, nodding at him in confirmation. “It seems like you’re not taking our beliefs seriously. It seems like you think you have a better idea of how you should live your life than we do.”
“No, it’s not like that,” I say, although I know that pleading with them will make no difference. I already feel the ultimatum coming and I can feel my heart breaking inside of my chest.
“Here’s what it is like, Grace,” Andrew says, getting up from the table. He puts his hands on his hips and begins pacing. “Either you stay here in this house and we continue to help you in any way we can, or you can quit your job. God wouldn’t want this life for you. You deserve better.”
“But I…” My heart sinks like a stone. I feel hot tears coming on but I push them away. I can’t let them see me break down like this. I won’t.
“It’s that simple, Grace. You either choose your job or you choose us. You can’t have both.” Andrew sits back down at the table and begins working again, putting his glasses onto the bridge of his nose. Colleen gets up from the table and goes to make tea without a single word to me. She doesn’t even give me a second glance.
It’s clear that this conversation is over. And so is the life I was finally starting to envision for myself.
***
I walk back to my room, resigned. I don’t know what I expected from them. Were they going to suddenly be understanding just because I’ve been their surrogate daughter for the past few years? Nothing was going to change the way they thought about sex outside of marriage and I shouldn’t have thought anything I said would change that.
And the reason I felt compelled to tell them about it was because I knew they would be gutted if they found out the truth some other way. The guilt over what Boyd and I had and what I hoped we would continue to do was eating me alive. I knew that the family that had helped me so much would be upset about this, from the very beginning, and yet I let it happen. Over and over again, I let it happen.
But when I’m with him, everything else in the world falls away and it’s just the two of us. And being with him has never felt more right. And yet, I still feel as though I’m making a mistake. A gigantic, colossal mistake when it comes to him.
Andrew and Colleen are right on one front. I have to make a choice. And a choice between my livelihood and the potential love of my life will be the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make.
Chapter 17 – Grace
I walk into work the next morning with a heavy heart, my insides feeling like liquid. As if every part of my body is going to suddenly melt away onto the floors of the office. I might almost prefer it if it did.
I walk directly past my desk, ignoring Carolina’s questioning look. When I get to Boyd’s office, I knock on his door with baited breath.
“Come in,” his voice rings from the other side of the door and I contemplate just walking away without saying a single word to him. But I can’t not see his face one more time.
“Do you have a minute, Mr. Ashdown?” I ask, trying to keep things as professional as possible and ignoring the tugging feeling on my heart as I look at his beautiful face.
“For you, I have all day,” he says with a smile. He sees my demure reaction and his face falls. “What’s wrong?”
He comes out from behind his desk and I shut the door behind me. He immediately puts his hands on me once he closes the space between us. I push him away and his reaction is one of pure pain and rejection. My heart squeezes.
“Listen, Boyd, I can’t work for you anymore. I’m quitting. Today’s my last day,” I tell him, rushing to get the words out.
“What do you mean? You can’t quit,” he says, trying to hold on to me but I move further away from him.
“I can and I am.”
“Why? Is it because of what happened between us? I thought that was what you wanted. It was what we both wanted.” I look at him and see he’s visibly hurt and questioning what the other night meant.
“You know it was what we both wanted,” he reminds me. The tone of his voice is commanding and I have to will myself not to respond to it by throwing my arms around him. I love how he takes charge. “You said, ‘Yes, Boss.’”
I shake my head, determined not to remember what I’d said or done, what he’d said or done. How he’d called me his “good girl.” How he’d made me moan and coo and let myself go in ways I hadn’t even imagined possible.
I open my mouth and let the words out quickly, before I can change my mind.
“I either continue to work here and get kicked out of my house or I can leave and continue to stay with my family. They’ve given me everything and I’m not about to squander that for some meaningless fling,” I say, crossing my arms and walking toward the door.
“Meaningless?” He laughs to himself, almost eerily. As if he cannot believe what he’s just heard. “How can you say that?”
“You’re the one who said it couldn’t mean anything,” I remind him.
“That’s not what I meant,” he says. “I did say that. And mean it. But things have…”
He drifts off, but I think he was about to say things have changed. My pulse quickens as I wonder whether he could actually be falling for me. But it doesn’t matter anyway, I remind myself.
“It’s better this way,” I tell him. “And besides, it’s my decision and I’m making it. End of story.”
I walk out the door without so much as another word to him. I leave him standing there in shock and awe.
On my way, I pass the office Christmas tree that decorates the lobby. I know I should be feeling happy and festive and filled with holiday spirit, but instead I just feel miserable.
I know I was being cruel when I said those things to him but it was better if he hated me and didn’t think what happened between us meant anything. I gather up my desk as fast as I can and am making my way to the elevators when someone stops me. It’s Erin.
“You’re leaving?” She looks at me in surprise and curiosity. “I thought you liked it here. You were doing so well. You made Carolina’s job a whole lot easier. And everyone’s job, honestly.”
“It wasn’t working out how I imagined it would. I’ll see you around. Good luck with everything. Get my number from my resume and call me. We’ll han
g out sometime.”
I know I sound cold, but I really do want to hang out with her. I just don’t have the ability to think about anything else right now except self preservation.
I walk away from her without another word. The elevator ride down is a lonely one.
Chapter 18 – Boyd
I find myself completely out of sorts at the next meeting with some of my new law firm partners. I can’t concentrate on anything and my brains keeps running through Grace’s words on a constant loop. How could she think what happened between us meant nothing? How could she fucking do me so dirty like that? I’m the one who’s used to leaving— how dare she leave me?
“Boyd?” I’m broken out of my reverie when I hear my name. I look up and see Cameron Sanchez’s face looking at me with concern written all over it. “What’s up with you? You seem distracted.”
“I am distracted. I might as well tell you now, since it’ll be the talk of the fucking office soon, if it isn’t already. It’s my assistant. Grace. She just quit.”
“Did you sleep with her?” Cameron immediately asks. “You fucking slept with her, didn’t you?”
Cameron is someone who would know. Some of the other faces staring at mine belong to other partners who would know, too—Jameson, Asher, Garrett. All of them would know, because they’ve all done it themselves. So, I don’t even try to deny it.
“Yeah, but, it wasn’t what you think,” I say, wanting them to understand. Foolishly, I can’t help but think I need them to understand and then maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to understand myself.
“Boyd! You need to stop this,” a newer partner named Steve says. Having never fallen prey to a workplace affair—at least not that any of us know about—he’s always the reasonable one. “I know that half these guys have done worse and that for some of them, it’s turned out fine and dandy but that doesn’t mean it’s a good fucking idea. Most of the time these dalliances don’t end in some picture perfect marriage with kids. Instead, they have the capacity to blow a law firm up. You should be glad that she left quietly and it didn’t come to some sexual harassment lawsuit. You could have lost your job.”
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