by Jamie Knight
“No, I checked,” Phil relayed.
“God!” snapped dad. “This is like some bad drama you’d see on TV!”
“I know it’s not exactly normal, but Phil is great and we really love each other,” I pleaded.
“What about college? You’re gonna have to take care of a kid now?” he pointed out. “Have you even thought about that?”
“We’ll make it work,” Phil proclaimed.
“Just like that!” dad said bitterly. “You got all the answers!”
“Give it a chance, Richard,” Daphene said meekly.
Dad was trying to process. I think we had overwhelmed him a bit with the news. I got a little emotional.
“Dad, this is what I want,” I cried. “If you can’t be behind it, I don’t care if you disown me! I love Phil and I love this baby!”
For a moment, he just stood there. He rubbed his face and stared off into the distance. Suddenly, he sighed, nodded and dropped his hands. Slowly, he walked out of the room. I think he just needed some time to process.
After he left the room, Daphene hugged me. She took my hands and Phil’s and smiled.
“I’m happy for you both,” she smiled. “Give your dad some time, he’ll come around. He’s a man that’s more set in his ways.”
“Thanks for your support, mom,” Phil said.
“You always have it, Sweetie. I’m happy for the both of you,” she smiled. “But we will have to discuss how to…explain this to people. I don’t want them to get the wrong impression.”
“Well, the truth seems to work,” Phil replied. “It worked with you guys.”
“Yes, I suppose,” she agreed. “Although maybe there’s a way to ease people into it before we tell them you’re expecting and getting married.”
“I don’t think it will be that complicated,” dismissed Phil. “It’s not like Tracianne and I grew up together as brother and sister.”
“And when you think about it, it makes sense,” I noted. “You were attracted to Richard for his qualities, Phil is attracted to my qualities for similar reasons.”
Epilogue
Phil
Six Months Later
I was in the clinic, standing behind the glass window, looking at the baby. We had thought of so many different names, but it was time to pick one. It was going to be tough. So many names that kids make fun of in school, right?
A noise behind me caused me to turn around, it was Richard walking into the hall. After he had walked out of the room that day, he didn’t really talk to us much. He and Tracianne had a few more blowups. He had a lot of trouble accepting us as a couple.
“Is it okay if I come in and look?” he asked humbly.
“Of course,” I said. “Third basinet from the right, top row.”
“Wow,” he said looking. “I remember looking at Tracianne this way. Congrats, buddy.”
We shook hands. I knew he’d come around eventually. Daughters always have a way of getting their way with their dads.
“How is she?” he asked.
“Doing great,” I responded. “She’s healthy. No complications. How about you?”
“I feel like an ass,” he admitted. “I, uh, let this go too far. My pride or whatever. I just don’t know what got into me. I guess you both just surprised me.”
“Look, if it’s any consolation, the first time Tracianne and I kissed--- It was weird and shocking to me,” I confessed. “I ran through the same thoughts in my head, ya know? Who would accept us? What would people think and all.”
“Then you realize, who cares what people think,” Richard said. “It took me a while, but I got there. I’m glad you two are happy.”
He started to leave.
“Where you going? Tracianne’s room is that way,” I pointed.
“Oh, I probably shouldn’t right now,” he said, still embarrassed.
“C’mon,” I said, taking him by the arm. “Let’s start fresh.”
“You’re sure.”
“If the pandemic taught me one thing, it’s the power of the present,” I said. “Besides, mom’s already in there. We should be a family again.”
“Hey,” I said, entering the room ahead of Richard. “I have a visitor who wants to see you.”
Richard came in. His body language was a bit sheepish.
“Hey princess,” he greeted. “Look, I just want to say, I’m sorry. I’ve been stubborn through this whole thing and--- Well, I took it too far.”
“Daddy, it’s fine,” she assured him tearfully. “I just want a hug.”
They hugged and cried. Mom cried too, so I gave her a hug. We were one big happy family again. All was forgiven. In Richard’s defense, he didn’t have much to be sorry for. I mean, he never tried to stop us, just moped around for six months.
And things were looking hopeful on the virus front too. Our doctor had mentioned they were close to a vaccine and all the riots and bad news had finally settled. People were regaining their senses and life was returning to normal.
The new normal for me and Tracianne was going to be life with the baby. Since we moved out, we had been prepping our apartment. I was killing myself working and going to school, but it was all worth it.
Family’s always worth it.
Tracianne
Three Months Later
Thankfully, the vaccine for the Corona virus was not only created, but everyone had it readily available. Phil’s job at the radio station as a presenter was more than paying our bills. He got home one night while I was watching Terry sleeping.
“Hey,” he whispered through his mask. “How’s the little guy?”
“Tuckered out,” I whispered. “Don’t wake him.”
He took off his mask and grabbed me by the hand, pulling me to my feet.
“What are you doing?” I mildly objected. “You haven’t sanitized.”
“Ooo, I’m dirty. Perhaps I need to get clean,” he said playfully. “Care to join me?”
“I’m so tired and yet, yes,” I joked.
We slipped into the shower. The hot water washed over us as Phil nuzzled my cleavage and I stretched under the steam.
“Take me,” I demanded. “Do me like it’s our last night on Earth.”
Phil turned me around and entered me from behind. I steadied myself against the wall of the shower as he plunged his man meat deep within me. I craved his cock’s magic. He jostled me walls just right and I was soon moaning in ecstasy.
“Oh, yeah!” I gasped. “Give it to me! Give me that cock!”
“You want it?” he panted. “You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes! Please!” I urged. “Fill me up, baby! Yes!”
He exploded inside me and I shuddered. So good. It was exactly what I needed to loosen me up after a long day. But we weren’t done yet. Phil had the stamina of three men. He really could just fuck all night long without much rest in between.
After cleaning up in shower, we checked on Terry. Amazingly, he was fast asleep. He yawned quietly in his own cute way and we decided to have some more fun in the next room with the baby monitor on.
“I’ve got some fun games to play,” Phil announced.
He opened a bag of “Bed Straps”. The package proclaimed, “For adult fun in bed!”
“Ooo, kinky,” I smiled. “I’ve never been tied up before.”
“Okay, well, get ready,” he said.
I laid down on the bed and Phil tied me down, spread eagle.
“Can you move?” he asked.
“Mmm, not really,” I said pulling on the ropes. “Can’t get any leverage.”
“Be right back,” he smiled.
He left me in the room for a while. Then some more time passed and I got annoyed. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to do to me and that made me wet. The waiting made me wet. That was interesting.
Finally, he came back in the room with a blindfold and put it on me. Then he put a ball gag in my mouth. I started to say, “Is this really necessary?” but he put the
ball in my mouth halfway through the word “really”. Now I was in the dark, breathing through my noise. A few moments passed and then I lost track of time.
I could feel something warm on me. That’s when I realized Phil was breathing on me, but not touching me. He went up and down my body. I tried to reach out to touch him, but he was too fast. It started to really turn me on, but all I could do was make noises through the ball gag. I soon found myself moaning, although he hadn’t even touched me yet.
This was definitely going on the list of things we could do.
Just when I thought I was going to go crazy--- I was actually trying to slip out of my restraints just so I could remove my gag and demand he fuck me--- Phil’s tongue touched my clit. I came in a gusher, growling and moaning into the mask. I lifted my lower half off the bed, writhing under the feeling, as a jet of hot water shot into his face.
If the gag had been off, I think I would’ve screamed loud enough not just to wake up Terry, but the whole neighborhood. It was the most deep and satisfying orgasm I ever had and all the while, Phil continued to eat me out as I gushed right into his face and squirmed on the bed.
After what seemed an eternity of licking my dripping snatch, he removed the restraints and the rest. I grabbed him, threw him down on the bed and immediately sat on his cock. I was a beast! I had to fuck him in that moment. Bouncing up and down on his manhammer, I gripped him with the walls of my pussy. I ached for his cum.
He finally exploded a second time, making surprised and joyful noises as his warm, gooey gift rocketed up inside me. It filled me with satisfaction and pleasure and my whole body shook. We fell to the bed, spent and sweating.
“Oh, my God!” I laughed.
“Right? I thought you’d like that.”
“I really did,” I panted. “Whew! You are full of surprises, Phil.”
“Well, you have to mix it up once in a while,” he added.
We kissed, l,aughed and spooned on the bed. Little Terry slept through it all and we took a well-deserved nap.
THE END
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The sixth collection in the Under Him series is Under My Boss's Rules, which contains Under the Rancher's Firm Hand, Under His Discipline and Under the Want Ads. Click here to read it.
Chapter 1 - Harlee
The day I got the job, I’d been pacing all morning, since the early morning birds started their songs and the early bird mowers set to work on their lawns. Fortunately, my mail comes early. I’m one of the first on the route, so on days like that, I didn’t have to wait in agony.
And when I heard that engine roar outside, I raced down like there were hellhounds at my heels.
But there it had been. The letter I’d been waiting for, hoping for.
It was not easy, though. The first day I set foot in the office, I found myself feeling extremely self-conscious of my outfit. The skirt was a more-than-appropriate knee length, but I’d gained a little weight since I’d gone clothes-shopping and everything fit a little more snugly than it had when I bought it. I needed to impress my boss and his associates, since I was to be his new assistant. I was hyperaware of my every move.
I walked up the steps trying to project an air of confidence, trying to “fake it till I make it.”
My perfume was new, and it had been a hit with every male I’d passed on my way here. I’d gotten a number of turned heads and double-takes, and while it had been an ego boost, it didn’t necessarily speak to the professionalism of either the outfit or the fragrance.
There were faces both old and young, all carefully curated as I walked up the steps, into one elevator and the next escalator. I got the distinct, immediate impression that The Foundry was no place to mess around. I felt a little out of my depth, this was far different than the odd handful of jobs I’d had.
I tried not to fidget in my seat by the secretary’s desk, which was a deep matte black with small, bead-like lights casing the center logo. I admired the elegance of it, as well as the rest of the lobby. The wood floors clicked sharply under the sounds of heels and dress shoes.
I was sitting directly under the blast of an AC unit, and my fingers soon went numb. My nipples were hard as rocks inside my bra and I prayed they weren’t jabbing through the padding of my bra.
I tried to glance down subtly, but to no avail, I couldn’t quite tell.
Finally, I was called up by the secretary, Marge, a shrewd blonde woman with sharp red cats’ eye glasses. Immediately, I could tell she did not like me, but I didn’t care. She wasn’t the one I had to impress, she was just the one opening the door.
I just didn’t know that on the other end of said doors would be a glaring treat neatly wrapped in a tailored navy blue three piece suit, Italian moccasins and the strongest chin describable in my wildest fantasy. Caleb Johnson was his name, and immediately I was weak in the knees.
Uh-oh.
“Sit.”
That single word sent a bolt of heat right to my core, and I obeyed without question, though I felt a bit like a dog.
The man just oozed of sexual charisma and charm before he even spoke. Maybe it was the lighting that gave him that godly. Maybe it was that sharply tailored suit. Maybe it was those gray eyes, roaming my body.
He looked me up and down as I sat, and those steely eyes were so intense I could almost feel them on my skin.
Once again, I sat still and tried not to fidget while I watched him thumb through my resume. While the AC wasn’t as intense in here, it was still cool enough that my nipples were most definitely standing proudly at attention.
His eyes roamed the page and I mentally listed the experience he was taking in. Waiting tables at the local barbecue joint, assisting with tows in my uncle’s towing company down by the Ozarks and working as an assistant DJ at the Royal School for the Blind middle school over spring break did not really spell out excellence. He was done in less than a minute.
“Impressive stuff, Harlee. So, tell me. Why do you need this job?”
That fucking voice. For a moment I was almost worried that steam was going to start to rise from between my legs.
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t understand, I was under the impression that I had already gotten past the interview portion and that I had gotten the job.”
“You assumed wrong Miss Sawyer,” he said coolly, and swiveled slightly in his almighty chair.
My stomach dropped. All of my savings had gone toward this move. I thought about the letter again, and it had made it clear in no uncertain terms that I had a position here. Caleb’s lips turned up a little, and in that moment, all that heat that had been simmering in my veins went from a pleasant warmth to a hot rage. In that moment, I hated him. I hated that smug smirk on his face.
“So, why do you need this job?”
I sighed silently, hoping he couldn’t see the emotions roiling in me, and replied,
“Ever since they said this virus thing is growing and headed to be global, my freelancing gigs have all dried up. I have been working on getting more steadily employed for the last few months, and now here I am,” the emotions bubble over and I find myself babbling a little.
“I knew of your company online, and even that was a passing screenshot on Twitter. I applied for the assistant job since it seemed like maybe something even I could qualify for. And now I got it, and I flew all the way from Missouri one week ago, settled in, and am now in this chair opposite you trying my very very best to really get this job for real and work. I need to work, Mister Johnson. I nee
d to work.”
By the time I finished my rant, I was a little breathless. And honestly, I was just as surprised as he was by my answer. He chuckled at long last and rose to his feet, outstretching a hand for me to take.
When I clasped it, electricity shot through me. His palm was huge, dwarfing mine, his long fingers warm and thick and strong.
“Better not get used to that,” he said, eyeing the joining of our hands and slowly pulling away, to my reluctance, “But let me take the chance to welcome you to The Foundry, Miss Sawyer. I like my team full of courage. You have it in abundance and I love it. You have three days to get acquainted with Marge on how I get things done. Three days to study me entirely and get to know me better than my own mother. Can you do that?’
It sounded daunting, but I tried not to let myself be intimidated. Gathering my nerve, I nodded and said, “Yes, sir. Consider it done.”
He chuckled again, then pushed his chair back and strode to the side briskly. I watched him move with ease and haste towards the door, and then his back turned to me right before he opened the door, perhaps to another meeting.
“Don’t call me sir. Not yet, anyway.”
The last part clearly wasn’t for my benefit, almost too soft for me to hear, but I caught it all the same.
And he left me there to my own thoughts, stewing and boiling between my legs, itching for a feel of those long, strong fingers elsewhere.
Chapter 2 - Harlee
In three days I had mastered Caleb’s Wikipedia page, all of his tweets in the past five years, both as CEO and avid soccer enthusiast, his contact list, his business rivals, his dietary needs, his fitness routine, his clothes, his scents, I learned everything down to the brand and style of underwear he prefers to wear before his board meetings.
But the thing about Caleb Johnson was that he was just that; a man with a company but no real life. I combed through everything and found no traces of women or escapades in the wild with old flames.