We get into a cab and before he can tell the driver the address I already know where we’re going.
“You just can’t stay away from the office, can you?” I ask. “You workaholic.”
“Sexaholic is more like it,” Cameron says, running his fingers up and down my thighs. “There’s really no where as sexy as when we do it there.”
Once we’re in his office he leaves the door wide open. It’s highly unlikely anyone will be here this late at night, but Cameron can still hope. He loves the thrill of almost getting caught.
He lifts me up and carries me over to his desk. He sits me down on top of it and I half expect him to tie me up. But instead, he gets down on one knee.
“I figured there would be no better place to ask you this than where we started everything,” he says.
“Ask me what?”
“Ruby Mansfield,” he says, and then he pauses. “Or, should it be Randi Messer, in this context?”
“In what context?” I ask, my heart racing.
Is this really happening? Can one girl— me— really be this lucky?
“Oh, fuck it,” Cameron says, laughing. “You’re going to be Mrs. Sanchez anyway, no matter what else you might feel like calling yourself.”
“Really?” I ask, as if I didn’t hear the question he hasn’t asked.
“Fuck,” Cameron says, always with the filthy mouth. “I did this all wrong. Fucking nerves. Let me start over. I really had this planned out better in my head, I swear.”
He opens his desk drawer but instead of taking out a belt, tie or handcuffs like he usually does, this time it’s a small blue Tiffany’s box. I hold my breath.
“I just might need this,” he says. “Or, you might. If you want it, of course.”
He opens the lid and reveals a huge, sparking diamond ring, more beautiful than any I’ve ever seen.
“Ruby, you have given my life excitement and purpose. You have made me a better man. I’ve been honored to be your boss and I would love to be your husband. Will you marry me?”
He looks up at me with pleading eyes, like he did back in the beginning. When he wanted to claim me. Make me his. And now he truly is.
“Yes,” I say, practically jumping off his desk and into his arms. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
He kisses me and takes off my fancy dress. I unbutton his shirt and admire his toned chest and the tattoo that’s on it. It’s the millionth time I’ve done so but I trace my hand over it, feeling as if it’s the very first time. It is my first time seeing it as his fiancé.
He wraps my legs around him and I rub my naked pussy against his aroused cock.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing a condom anymore,” he says. “What do you think?”
“No, Boss,” I tell him.
Then I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever told him no.
“I mean yes, boss. Good idea, about not using the condom.”
He pushes his bare cock into my pussy.
“I’m fucking your pussy without anything coming in between us,” he says.
“Good,” I tell him. “Because I don’t want to let anything come in between us ever again.”
“Let’s not wait a long time to get married like Asher and Madilyn did,” he says, as he thrusts in and out of me, his big cock filling up my pussy perfectly.
“They didn’t wait that long,” I laugh.
“I know. But I want to make you Mrs. Sanchez right away. I can’t wait.”
“You never have been very patient,” I laugh.
“I love your laugh,” he says, pushing himself further into me.
Suddenly, we hear rustling in the hallway and both of us jump.
“Oh, my god,” he says. “To think that tonight of all nights is the night we might get caught.”
“Yeah, some of the thrill’s gone now that we’re engaged,” I tell him.
He’s smiling and I can tell he still loves the thought of it.
“Go shut the door,” he instructs me.
I’m naked, but I say, “Yes, Boss.”
I’m used to obeying his every instruction. I’ve been doing it for a long time and I want to do it for the rest of my life. And now I get to.
I shut the door and then I get down on my hands and knees and crawl to him, just like I did back in the beginning.
“That’s my little office whore right there,” he says. “My little office fiancé.”
He gets down on the floor of his office and spreads my legs open wide. He nibbles on my clit in the same way that he had been nibbling on my ear before we got interrupted.
“Who do you think is here?” I ask him, as he buries his tongue into my pussy and then bites my clit a little like I like, and like he knows I like.
“I’m guessing the bride and groom,” Cameron says. “Reliving the early days on their wedding night. Just like we are, on our engagement night.”
I spread my legs open even wider while he eats my pussy, getting closer and closer to climax. Feeling Cameron's tongue slowly moving up and down on my clit makes me ready to explode, and I come into his mouth with a release that feels better than any I’ve ever had. Now that we’re engaged, the sex feels even better.
"That's my good little slutty fiancé," he says, lapping up my juices with his tongue. "I definitely wanted to make you feel good on the night we got engaged.”
Then he climbs on top of me and rides me, looking deep into my eyes and pumping his cock just as deep inside my pussy. He pins my arms down to the floor and I love feeling like his submissive little slut.
Then he grabs my breasts and plays with my nipples as his cock swells up even bigger inside me.
“I’m going to come in your pussy,” he tells me. “For the first time ever. Do you want that? Do you want my cum inside you, mixing with the juices from your wet pussy that I’m pounding?”
“Yes, Boss,” I say, feeling myself close to coming again, in sync with him.
I love his filthy mouth. His dirty talk. His bad boy ways but his sweet boyfriend— now fiancé— charms.
His cock throbs in my pussy and then we come at the same time. I feel his load of cum shooting into me and dripping out of me. He spreads my legs wide and looks at his cum inside me.
“That’s so hot,” he says, “and there’s a lot more where that came from.”
“Good,” I tell him, as he lays down beside me on the floor and wraps one of his strong arms around me.
“Do you always want your husband to come inside you? In the office and at home and while we travel and anywhere else?”
“Yes, Boss,” I tell him, feeling that tonight is the best of my life. At least until we get married. “Please, Fiancé.”
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
Ruby and Cameron’s Wedding Day
Ruby
I always wanted my hot boss to take my virginity. I just didn't think it would actually happen.
I certainly didn't think we'd be getting married. It's one thing for him to tie me up in the filing room and quite another for me to be walking down the aisle to take my vows with him.
But now we're doing exactly that: getting married. In Spain, of course. It's our wedding day and everything is as perfect as I could ever want it to be.
It's just him and me and some very close family members and friends— as many as we could fit onto Cameron's private plane to fly with us here to our wedding— and that's how we wanted it to be.
Intimate. Special. Ours.
We're on a hilltop with a Spanish castle behind us. The backdrop and the scenery is like something out of a book of fairy tales.
As we exchange vows, I stare into Cameron's eyes. He's so handsome, smart, successful and rich and he's about to become my husband. As the officiant pronounces us husband and wife, I can't even believe it.
Afterwards, our guests are milling around for cocktail hour and Cameron and I are supposed to go get our pictures taken. But first I slide over to Katie to say hello.
"You're so beautiful in that
dress," she says, hugging me.
"I bet you never thought I'd wear white or look so innocent," I tell her.
"Oh please," she says. "I always knew you were such a good girl compared to me. And I love the whole ensemble. Your short veil is to die for."
"And of course I'm wearing the garter," I tell her.
Katie had made me a wedding garter with Cameron's initials embroidered on it.
"I bet you didn't know I could embroider," she told me, when I unwrapped her gift at her house.
She was right— I was surprised. There shouldn't be anything about Katie that surprises me anymore, though.
We've hung out outside of work now that I no longer have as much time to sit around chatting in the file room. And I've found out that she's even cooler than I'd known her to be at work. She and I have become good friends.
My app has taken off and I'm working on another one. I also manage the website and software that the firm uses.
I've assigned Katie some tasks she juggles when she's waiting for the partner she works for to get out of court. Now that she has something to occupy her time, she smokes a lot less weed. She still uses it to manage her anxiety but having things to occupy her mind seems to help her a lot too.
Suddenly I feel a gentle hand on my elbow and I turn to my left to see Madilyn standing beside me.
"Congratulations, Dear," she says, giving me a big hug.
"Thank you," I tell her.
"It seems like not so long ago that Asher and I were having our own wedding," she says.
As if on cue, her husband walks over with my new husband. The two had been talking over by the bar.
"I don't know what's in the air at our firm," Asher says, laughing.
"Love is in the air for sure," Katie says.
I shoot her a confused glance. It's not like Katie to be so upbeat, so peppy.
"Well I was just apologizing to Cameron for being such an ass to him over these last few months," Asher says.
I nod at him, impressed. He was an ass and I'm glad he recognizes it. Then I shift my glance to Madilyn, wondering if she has anything to do with the new, reformed Asher. She winks at me, as if to confirm that she does.
"Asher couldn't handle the fact that I was bringing such big business to the firm," Cameron says, wrapping his arms around me.
"Did I hear someone say something about big business?" someone asks, and I turn around to see Damien Hudson, Cameron's client that owns the toy company, walking over to us.
"Speak of the devil," Cameron laughs.
"I need to talk to you about the case— when we get back from your wedding, of course," Damien says.
"Of course," Cameron says. "Any time. Except for right now."
"I might need to borrow your assistant," Damien continues, looking over at Katie.
Cameron and I look at each other.
So, that explains Katie's good mood.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the officiant says. "Please excuse the new Mr. and Mrs. Cameron Sanchez. They must get their pictures taken, but they will be back."
A shiver runs through me. I still can't believe I'm Mrs. Sanchez.
Nor can I believe what Cameron wants to do while everyone is enjoying cocktail hour.
"Come on," he says, hurrying me into the castle. "I know of a special room."
I laugh.
"But what about our guests? We're supposed to be taking pictures."
"This will be even better," he says, as he ushers me down to the basement.
When Cameron had mentioned that he knew of a special room, I was imagining a large bedroom with a fireplace and a four poster bed made in a size big enough to sleep an actual King. But this cold, dank basement full of gray cement bricks and musty darkness is the exact opposite of what I had in mind.
"The dungeon?" I ask, incredulous.
"Now you're my bride so this is the perfect place to tie you up," Cameron says.
"You're taking me captive?"
"I am. Kidnapping you on our wedding day. What else would a husband in medieval Spain do?"
There are hooks in the wall that are perfect for him to chain me to. He practically rips off my wedding dress as I say, "Be careful. We still need to dance and celebrate with our guests—"
"Shhhhh. Did I tell you to speak?"
He walks to the corner of the room and pulls something out of a chest. It's a ball gag. I notice, relieved, that he dutifully places my wedding gown on a table nearby.
I'm naked except for my thong and heels and of course my wedding garter from Katie, who is undoubtedly downing her third glass of sangria by now, as she flirts with the much older Damien Hudson, billionaire owner of not only the toy company but many other businesses as well.
Not bad for a pothead, I think. But I can't concentrate on anything for long, other than what Cameron has in mind to do with me.
Cameron chains me to the wall so that I'm facing the cement bricks. My ass is sticking up in the air and he takes something else out of his chest of sex tools. Turning my head, I can see that it's some kind of a spanking whip. It has leather- like strips flaring out in every possible angle.
Leave it to Cameron to spice up our wedding like this. I can't say I would have approved of the idea— which I'm sure is why he didn't run it by me or our wedding planner when we were discussing number of people and type of drinks— but it will sure be memorable.
He stands behind me and grabs one of my butt cheeks in each hand.
"Is your boss your husband now?" he asks me.
"Yes, Boss."
He smells like cologne and the fresh outdoors. His hands feel strong and heavy on my ass.
"Do you want your husband and your boss to do what he wants with you?"
"Please, Boss."
"What are you going to say after I spank your ass?"
"More, Boss."
"Now that's all you're going to say," he says, putting the ball gag in my mouth. "Now you're my captive bride and now no one will hear my captive bride scream."
He spanks me with the whip and I flinch.
Then he flogs me several more times with it and I let out a muffled groan. The sound expresses a feeling strikes a perfect balance between pain and pleasure.
He stops and rips my panties off.
"You don't need these," he tells me. "And I want to see how dripping wet you are."
He fingers me while juices drip out of me. It's like my pussy is begging him to take me since my mouth can't.
"I knew you'd be this wet for me," he says. "Because you're my wife but you'll always be my little office slut too."
He takes off his pants and grabs my breasts. He twists and pinches my nipples, harder than he ever has. But it feels amazingly good.
I can feel the head of his huge cock up against me. I feel so lucky to have a well-endowed husband.
"I want to fuck you without a condom on," he says. "Because now that we're married, it's time to make a baby. Do you agree?"
Oh, my god. I can't say it out loud but I nod my head and say it with my heart.
Yes, Boss. Please, Boss.
Cameron
I can't believe I just told Ruby I want to make a baby with her. I'm overcome with feelings of desire I didn't even know were lurking within me.
But this is our wedding day, and I've just made her my wife. I want to make her the mother of my children as well.
First, though, I want to remind her that I'll always be the boss of her.
I squeeze her nipples one more time and then spank her ass with the whip.
"Hrmph," she groans, but no words can come out through the ball gag.
I look down at her nice, curvy ass, which bounces a bit as I slap it again—whap— and I can't help but take her, right then and there.
As I push my cock into her sweet pussy, I'm reminded of the first time we ever had sex. And all the times after it— on my desk, in my chair, on my floor and at the house we share together now. But today is the best. Because today she is my wife.
> I thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair and spank her ass with my hand.
"You'd better always be a good little slut for your husband and your boss," I tell her, as I pump my throbbing cock harder and faster inside her.
She moans, and I know she's saying, "Yes, Boss."
"You'd better always tell me how much you want me to fuck you," I instruct her, as she leans her head back against my chest and moans again to the cadence of "Please, Boss."
She looks up into my eyes and I tug on her hair as I fuck my bride. She's chained to the wall but her hands are up against it in a way that lets me know she likes what I'm doing. And I like it too. I love it. I love her.
But I don't say it yet. I slam my cock in and out of her as she rides it and moans. I can tell by the way she squeezes my cock with her pussy and bounces up and down on it with her juicy pussy and fine ass that she's coming.
I play with her clit, to enhance the experience even more for her, until she's waving her head back and forth in fits of ecstasy.
"I love when my little slutty secretary wife comes for me," I tell her, hitting her over and over again on her ass with my hand as I fuck her pussy with my bare cock.
I look down and love that I'm fucking her without anything coming between us, and loving the fact that she and I are going to make a baby together. I push my naked cock into her again and now I can feel it pulsing inside her as her wetness gushes all over it.
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