No Choice

by Steele, C. M.

  I’d been working hard to make sure that there was no way she was going to get away with what she tried to do. The thing was that, during the investigation, she refused to admit to trying to kill me. It was an open investigation. I didn’t even need to mention it to the detectives, but she claimed she had nothing to do with it. Crystal wanted me alive so that she could get me to love her, which was what I thought.

  I just wanted the incident behind us, but until the bitch was doing time, Natalie was stuck with the reminder. After we got out of the hospital, she seemed back to normal. I wasn’t sure I believed her, but she promised me she was great.

  With Crystal in jail I was out an assistant, which really sucked. It made my day a lot harder. I’d gotten home from the office early today because frankly, the damn stress was giving me a headache. Maybe I could get Natalie to help me relax. Then I had an idea. What if I made her my temporary assistant? I’d have to bring it up with her.

  I walked into the house and up to my room without encountering anyone. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home early, but I still expected someone to be here. I called my woman and got no answer. It would’ve freaked me out, but I knew that they were going shopping this morning for wedding stuff.

  After stripping off my clothes, I changed into some workout gear and headed down to the home gym. It was about an hour into my workout when my body sensed the change in the room. I pretended not to notice her even though there were mirrors all around and just focused on my biceps, but I was hard pressed to ignore what she was wearing. She had on a tight pair of cream-colored cargo shorts with a tight red tank top that hugged her skin. Her hips were swaying as she approached me in a stealthy manner. She had no idea how amazing she looked. I wanted to strip her bare and do her on the bench.

  I came home and noticed his car in the driveway. He should still be at the office, but he wasn’t. I went up to our room and put my bags down. I noticed his clothes on the chair in the corner. After checking the bathroom and seeing he wasn’t there, I headed to where I could usually find him when he wasn’t with me.

  Wanting to surprise him, I crept into the room, but I was the one given the surprise. The man was too freaking hot. I watched him as he lifted the dumbbells, working his biceps. His body glistened with a sheen of sweat, soaking his shirt and filling the air with my man’s delicious scent. I wanted to walk over there and lick it off of him. Mesmerized by the way his muscles flexed, I slowly approached.

  I was almost right behind him when I saw him look up into the mirror and smile wickedly at me. My thighs, already wet from watching him, got another blast of moisture. The man had a natural sex appeal about him. It was no wonder that the broad went batty over him.

  He set the weight down before grunting, “Lose the clothes.” Instantly my panties ignited. There should be a law against how much power this man wielded over me and my body.

  I complied because there was nothing I wanted more at the moment. He licked his lips while staring right at my center, and I knew what was on his mind, but I was feeling greedy too. I walked up to him, completely nude, and lifted his shirt over his head before falling to my knees. My hands caressed his sweaty, hard abs. I grabbed the band of his shorts and shoved them down in complete need. His cock popped out, hard and glistening. I didn’t go slowly. No, I took what I wanted. There was no need to hesitate, and he didn’t think so either, since he gripped my head and began to fuck my mouth.

  He was salty and smooth, and it turned me on. I moaned and purred as I got wetter and wetter from his dominance. I opened my eyes to look at him when I noticed someone’s hairy legs in the doorway. I didn’t stop, though. Why bother? It wasn’t like I could stop them from seeing me suck my man’s cock, so I sucked him harder and deeper, letting the Peeping Tom know that I enjoyed what I was doing to my man.

  Cameron groaned and grunted as he felt my mouth hum around his cock. I could feel him getting close, but I knew that he wanted to eat me out, so I was in for swallowing his come in what I knew would be our first round. Right on cue, he gave me a warning with a tug away from him, but like always, I just took it down.

  “Fuck, babe. I love watching you take me down this slender throat. I can see the outline of my cock in it,” he growled as he caressed my neck.

  I smiled up at him as he helped me to my feet. He didn’t say a thing as he instantly pushed me up against the support beam and dropped to his knees. My lips were already dripping in need and desire, which he let me know turned him on.

  “I love looking at how wet you are for me,” he whispered before lifting my thighs onto his shoulders and making love to my pussy with his talented tongue. I’d been so ready from the moment I walked downstairs that I was purring and crying out with the gentlest lick. His hands gripped my thighs as he buried his face in between, eating me out voraciously.

  He moved his mouth away from my pussy for a mere second to remind me who my pussy belonged to with a growl, “This is mine.”

  “Yes,” I cried, barely cognizant of anything but the pleasure he was bringing me. If we still had an audience, I didn’t care. Right at that moment, it was just me in my world of ecstasy being cared for by my loving and hungry beast. He consumed my juices and tasted my flesh over and over again, until he nibbled on my clit, spinning me into an intense and heart-stopping orgasm.

  This was heavenly, I thought as I continued to taste her release. I wasn’t done—no way, shape, or form. My cock may have gotten her mouth, but his greedy ass wanted her warm, tight cavern. After drinking up all her release, I dropped her legs down, although she wasn’t very steady on them yet. Then I rose up and kissed the fuck out of her, our releases mixing together as we kissed. I rubbed my fingers down to her pussy, feeling her wetness returning quickly.

  My heart pounded as I pulled my mouth from hers. “Damn it, Natalie. You’re so fucking sexy,” I groaned before lifting her onto my waiting cock and pumped up into her. I felt her clinch as she did every time I entered her. She wasn’t used to my thickness that left her feeling full, but she never complained. She only asked for more.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” I growled before bending down and capturing her nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard as I continued to lift her up and down on my dick.

  “Cam!” she cried out.

  “What do you need, baby?”

  “More, more. I’m so close again,” she breathed out heavily. My hand held her head as she threw it back, crying out, squeezing down on me and coming on my cock. I came once already, so I wasn’t done yet with her. I turned us around and sat us on the bench and roared, “Ride me, baby.” As worn as she and her pussy were, she jumped back to life at my command. Bouncing on me with her breasts pressing against my chest and her hands in my hair, she kissed me passionately. It was that bit of tenderness that brought me close as fuck. I groaned in pleasure and pain as she tugged at my hair and ground her sweet pussy onto me.

  Man, I wanted her on her hands and knees. While still sitting on the narrow bench, Natalie climbed off me and turned around. My girl must have been reading my mind, or fuck, for all I knew I could’ve said that shit out loud. Straddling the bench, her ass pointing up and wrapping her arms around it, she turned her head and gave me an eager smile. I scooted up closer to her, and in a squatting, bent position, I drove into her from behind.

  The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed through the room. Her cries and murmurs of love had me bucking hard into her. I bent lower, gripped her hair, and bit her neck before I shouted, “Damn it, woman, I fucking worship you!” I came hard into her womb, jetting plenty of seed in her.

  We both collapsed our torsos on the bench with our legs on the floor. It took a moment to find my breath enough to ask her how she was doing.

  She managed to have enough energy to murmur, “Wonderful.” Once she stood up, she asked, “Ready for a shower?”

  “Yes, a separate one, though. I don’t think I could handle another round so soon.” He smirked.

  “Did I wear you o
ut, big man?” she asked teasingly.

  “Yes, you damn did, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Shit, my dick needs some relief from your tight-ass walls.” She giggled with her face into the bench, but I wasn’t afraid to admit it. We’d been fucking like bunnies since our first time together. I pulled out of her dripping cunt and gave her a good smack on the ass before jumping off the bench and tossing a towel at her.

  “Hey,” she shouted.

  “That’ll teach your little ass to laugh at me, especially since I know your pussy is swollen and sore. Come on. I got to go find my brother and kick his ass.”

  “Why?”

  “While you were giving me the most spectacular blow job, he walked in but took his time walking out. He only left after giving me a thumbs-up.”

  “It’s my fault. I should’ve locked the door,” she guiltily replied.

  “Don’t worry, babe. It’s my fault too. I forgot that he said he was leaving early too and was going to hit the gym.”

  I took a shower in the gym, and Nat went upstairs to our room to clean up. After changing into the clean clothes I brought down with me, I went looking for my brother. I wasn’t pissed, but I wanted to fuck with him for getting too much of a view of my woman.

  He was in the den watching a tennis match, but heard me walk in and jumped off the sofa in a quick motion before trying to make it to the door.

  “Running like a little bitch, bro?”

  “Hey, when you look like you’re ready for murder? Yeah, I am.”

  “Just mind your own business next time.”

  “Next time, lock the fucking door. Then, I won’t catch my future sister-in-law deep-throating your dick.”

  “Just don’t let it happen again.”

  “Hey, you two need to be more careful. One of your guys was going to look for you when Mom held him back, like she knew something was up down there.”

  “Fuck, no. You can’t be serious.”

  “Yes, I am, you lucky fuck.”

  “Don’t be fantasizing about my woman.”

  “I’m not. Her friend, though, I wonder?” I knew my brother hadn’t stopped thinking about her and even dumped his girlfriend via text after the graduation.

  “What if she’s a fucking pro at swallowing a guy’s load?” I smirked. He rushed up on me and got in my face.

  “Don’t say shit like that. I don’t want to know if she blows fuckers,” he roared.

  “Chill, bro. Jealous much?”

  “Look who’s talking—your girl looked like a pro down there.” I knew he was saying it to get back at me, but I knew she’d taken only me down her throat, and I’d be the only one.

  “Don’t be a prick. She was all brand new when we met. And all her pro skills were learned and practiced on me only.” I stuck out my tongue and walked out the room like a boss.

  I grabbed us some drinks before going up to our room. She was sitting on her feet reading a book.

  “Hey, baby. Whatcha reading?”

  “Nothing,” she said apprehensively before hiding the book under the pillow.

  “Sweetheart, you know now I really want to know, so give it to me or I’m coming to get it.” I gave her a look that said I wasn’t playing. I wasn’t some tyrannical ass or anything. I just didn’t like that she tried to hide what she was reading like she was uncomfortable sharing with me.

  She sheepishly handed over the book, and after seeing the title I understood her hesitancy in showing me. “Being a good parent after living without love.” She was scared of being a mother like she had.

  “Are you scared that you’ll be like them, baby?” She didn’t say anything but gave me a nod as her eyes began to tear up.

  I climbed into the bed and pulled her to me.

  “Natalie, I know you live with doubts, but when you feel that way, you should tell me about it. I’m here not to just fuck you, but I do have to say that’s one hell of a plus. I’m with you because I want us to be more than lovers. I want your friendship, trust, and love. When you’re in pain, I want to take it away, and when you’re frightened, I want to show you I’m your protector.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

  “Don’t, baby. Don’t apologize for feeling like you do. It’s natural after all you’ve dealt with. You can read this book if it makes you feel better, but I know that when we are blessed with a little replica of us, you’ll love him or her like no mother ever could. You are kind, generous, and loving, even to complete strangers. Our child will be lucky to have a mother like you. Hell, I’m grateful every day that I spotted the brunette beauty smiling in a cafeteria.”

  “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

  “That’s because you’re marrying an amazing man.” I winked playfully before getting serious again. “No, really it’s because it’s all true.” It sounded corny, but it was true.

  “Speaking of helping. I need your help with something.”

  “Again, I thought you wanted rest,” she said impishly before rubbing my ever-constant erection.

  I took her hand off of it before I wouldn’t be able to concentrate and caved in to sex appeal. “That’s not it, Natalie. Since I no longer have an assistant, I was wondering if you’d like to do it—temporarily, of course.”

  “Temporarily. What—you don’t want to see me that much?”

  “No, you know damn well I don’t want you working out of the house. Being my assistant requires long hours, and soon you’ll be too busy for that,” I said as I caressed her belly. We didn’t know if she was pregnant because it was way too soon, but I felt like I fucked my baby into her already.

  “I know, but I dread you hiring another woman.”

  “If I can find a good male assistant, I’ll hire him. Trust me, I never encouraged her.”

  “I know you told me over and over again, but it didn’t stop her from trying to secure you as hers,” she grumbled. I couldn’t blame her for feeling that way. I was hesitant to hire a female too.

  “So will you do it?”

  “Of course. You know I’d do anything to see you more.”

  “I’m sorry if you feel lonely, baby. I’ll work on it.”

  “Okay. By the way, I’m kind of hungry.”

  “Then let’s go out to eat. I want to take you somewhere special.”

  “But first I need to get something to wear for tomorrow.”

  “Okay, we’ll stop on the way. I don’t want to rush dinner just to get to the stores before they close, but I thought you’d have something here to wear since you were shopping all day.”

  “I didn’t buy anything work related since someone insisted I had no use for it.”

  “Come, let’s go before it gets any later and your belly goes insane.” She flipped me off and scurried to get dressed.

  “What should I wear?”

  “Something casual, baby. But not what you have on. That shit’s a little too tight for my liking.”

  “You liked it earlier.”

  “Yes, when it’s for me, it’s fucking sexy. Now, go get changed.”

  “Bossy man,” she pouted friskily before going to the walk-in closet, giving me a perfect view of her delectable ass and her long, loose, thick brown hair.

  After a fun dinner at my favorite place—a simple hot dog stand—we took a walk along the pier and enjoyed the warm evening. During our time out along the pier, we discussed her first day.

  “You’ll be riding in with Tim tomorrow. I’ve got an early morning meeting, so I won’t have time to show you around until afterward.”

  “Are we going to pretend we don’t know each other?”

  “Not possible, babe. Did you forget about the picture?”

  “I totally did. Not cool, and you know it.”

  “I don’t give a shit. I told you that before, didn’t I?” I asked. She merely nodded.

  “Well, then, deal with it.”

  “Whatever. So what are my duties?”

  “Just what most typical executive assistan
ts do: answer the phone, handle my schedule, book my flights, plan any dinner business meetings, take notes at some of my meetings, and review or draft any documents or files I need.”

  “Okay. I think I got it.”

  “Great, then let’s get back to the house because I’m in need of some more loving, and my cock has recovered enough.”

  “What if my stuff is not recovered enough?”

  “I’ll get you ready for me, baby. I promise.”

  Chapter 12

  I was a mess as I got ready for work. It was nerve-racking because this was my first job, and it happened to be for the man that I planned to spend the rest of my life with. If I messed up, I would be looked at with scrutiny because I caught the boss. In the back of my mind, I wondered if there were more Crystals lurking about at his company. I knew that he had a company policy on intimate relationships at the office. There was a no tolerance policy, but I was the exception.

  I dressed like a professional businesswoman in a blue pantsuit with a white top. I didn’t let Cam see it before I bought it because he would’ve told me no because he didn’t really care for anything tight on me. It was form fitting, but not slutty. I still had a reputation to fulfill as his fiancée according to Van, who came with Tim to visit with her mom while he took me into the office.

  As we walked to the truck, I wasn’t steady on my feet this morning, and Tim caught me before I fell.

  “Calm down. You look nervous. It’s just an office, and you’re a brilliant woman. Cam isn’t a difficult boss and would fire anyone there if they made you feel unwelcome.”

  “I don’t want the attention.”

  “Nat, you’re marrying a powerful and wealthy businessman; you are going to get a lot of attention. Just be yourself.”

  “Thanks, Tim,” I said with a smile as I got into the truck.