“Good thing no one was around to hear that,” she says, and I can’t help but agree with her.
I hadn’t expected her to be a screamer. It was a pleasant surprise. And yet another clue that she’s not as religious as she’s pretending to be, for whatever reason that may be.
“I know that you were hesitant about us doing anything,” I say, getting up from the couch and handing Grace her panties. “And I understand that. So, from now on I’ll respect that and not try and pursue anything further with you until you say otherwise.”
Even as I say it, I’m not sure I believe it. I do respect her, of course, but I am also a man with incredible desire and a strong libido. A man used to taking what I want. And all I have wanted since I met Grace is to bend her over and have my way with her. I can’t help but try whatever I can to achieve my goal of fucking her wet, tight little pussy.
Grace slide her panties on and pulls her skirt all the way down. She gives me an intriguing look. I’m not sure what she’s thinking.
“I appreciate that and I think that’s wise,” she says, coming over to me. “I don’t need any more guilt or shame for feeling this way. I think it’s best that we don’t take things further.”
She gets up from the couch and composes herself, sliding a hand down her wrinkled blouse. She sighs, knowing that there’s nothing she can do to eliminate the wrinkles.
I nod my head at her and I place her coat in her hands. I help her put it on, careful not to inhale the lovely scent of sex coming off her. That will only make me want her even more than I already do—if that’s even possible—and will continue to drive me fucking insane.
Chapter 14
Grace
The next day at work, Boyd insists that Caroline trains me instead of him. He seems to be taking the “not seeing each other” vow very seriously. I appreciate him respecting my wishes but I find it hard not seeing him. I’m beginning to wish I hadn’t said anything.
Much to my torture, the days drag on like this. He seems to be going out of his way to keep his promise not to be with me again. He spends an unusual amount of time in his office and he rarely calls me in to see him anymore.
“This new program is something Ruby recently designed to cater to the firm’s needs,” Carolina says, looking over my shoulder as I type. Her idea of training is to hover near me and tell me every little thing. I appreciate the attention, but I can figure it out on my own. Plus, even though I had told Boyd to leave me alone, I can’t help wanting him to come see me, and he is less likely to do that if Carolina is right here by my side at all times.
At least Carolina isn’t like Brett and isn’t trying to sneak of a peak at my boobs every time she can, I tell myself, to get myself through my own self-imposed hell.
“You keep track of everyone’s schedules, their meetings and when projects are due. Everything you need is right here. You’re doing great, good job,” she says encouragingly. I perk up at the thought of her leaving.
“Thanks, I think I can take it from here,” I say, hoping my tone will stress the point that I no longer need her. She moves away from me and gathers up a few more folders.
“If you need anything else, I’ll be right over here,” She says and goes back over to a desk, which is mere feet away.
Great.
She gives me a smile and I force one in return. I have nothing against Carolina; she’s nice to talk to on breaks and she knows what she’s doing when it comes to this job. The training isn’t the problem. It’s the fact that I can’t get Boyd out of my head. I want nothing more than for him to call me into his office so I can see him face to face.
“Grace,” I hear my name and immediately look up. I see Boyd standing in his office doorway, looking directly at me. “Would you come here for a moment?”
Yes. Finally.
I nod my head and try and contain myself. I gather my things in what I hope looks like a calm and collected manner. Not in the manner in which I want to sprint over to him and jump into his arms, which is what I wish I could do.
He leaves the door open and I walk into his office. I turn to close the door but he puts a hand up to stop me.
“I wanted to talk to you about your progress so far,” he says, louder than would be necessary.
I get the feeling that he’s trying to let people know that I’ll be in his office for a while, but for professional reasons. The thought gets me all hot and bothered. He still wants me. I knew it.
“Sure, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, playing along. “I’d greatly appreciate knowing how you think I’m doing here.”
He gestures for me to close the door and I do so without hesitation.
As soon as the door’s closed, he’s immediately in front of me. He hesitates for a moment before kissing me, urgently and passionately.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he says, once he pulls away. “I know I said I wouldn’t do this. But my desire for you overpowers any rational thought, Grace. I can’t stand being away from you for so long.”
He kisses me again and I grab onto his shirt, bunching it together in my hands. My breath comes heavily and I gasp, pulling away from him.
“I couldn’t stand it either,” I say, taking his hands in mine. “I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you. I can barely get any work done. Anytime Carolina tries to teach me something, it goes it one ear and out the other.”
“Well, that could be a problem,” Boyd says, smiling. “We’re going to have to do something about our work ethic. I can’t seem to get any work done either.”
“I know I said before that we couldn’t have sex and that it would be a sin, but I can’t stop thinking that I don’t care. I have this overpowering urge to be near you, Boyd,” I say, finally telling him—and myself—the truth. I had at first thought that I was only feeling lust for Boyd but this time apart from him has been torture. I want nothing more than to be with him as much as possible.
“I have that same overpowering urge to be near you too, Grace,” Boyd says, grabbing my waist and pulling me close to him. He kisses me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue and the response is immediate. He pulls me even closer and begins tugging on my blouse. He pulls it over my head and tosses it to the floor.
“If what happened last time was any indication of our volume level, we’ll have to be careful,” I say, giggling. “It is the middle of the day.”
“I think we can manage,” Boyd says, unbuckling his belt and tossing it on top of my blouse. He looks at me with lust and with something else. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I file it away for later. I reach over towards him and start unbuttoning his shirt. Then I toss it to the side of the room.
I walk over to the couch, sliding out of my skirt as a do so. I can feel his eyes on me as I hear his pants drop to the floor. I can’t help but smile. I feel his hands on me in an instant and turn around to face him. I put my hands on his bare chest and marvel at the feeling of his hard pecks. He has an interesting assortment of tattoos. My bad boy, billionaire boss wants to take my virginity. This is going to be fun.
Chapter 15
Grace
I pull his briefs down in an instant and his cock springs forward just for me. I smile at the sight and grab a hold of his engorged cock, rubbing it vigorously with my hands. He smiles and kisses me again, deeply. His tongue reaches the roof of my mouth.
I pull away and move to sit down on the couch, but he pulls me back up toward him. He turns me around and walks me over to his desk where he bends me over. His hands run along my buttocks, squeezing it gently.
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 be
en 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 something 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.”
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