BOMBSHELL

by Xyla Turner

  “I think we need to do what we’ve always done at work. Simple work related comments and that’s all. Outside of work, we do us, but for at least four weeks, we can’t go out in public.” I cringed a little, because I wasn’t sure how he was going to take that.

  He frowned a little, then dipped my chip in my guacamole and took a huge chunk. I raised my eyebrow at him, but he popped it in his mouth and kept chewing. “Samantha, fine.” He exhaled, “Fine, but here are my conditions. One, you must come with me to see my parents next weekend. Two, you will not complain about anything I buy you. And three, I need you to prepare to go public.”

  He looks at me and said, “I mean pub-lic,” he emphasized.

  I smiled, “Why did you say it like that?”

  “The public I’m talking about breaks down like this – everyone and I mean everyone will know that you are my woman and I’m your man. Public is you moving in with me, rings, marriage, that house in the suburbs, my babies in your belly, our dog eating your shoes, building a corporate empire together, covers of magazines, tabloid pictures of us arguing. That’s the type of public I’m referring to.”

  What in the hell?

  “Uh,” I started then shut my mouth.

  We were sitting on the love seat in front of the TV. He then put the guacamole down on the table and pulled me on his lap.

  “You need me to say it again?” he whispered.

  “Uh, yeah?” I said faintly.

  He chuckled.

  “The type of public I want with you comes with everything, all that encompasses you, being connected and one with me. I won’t go slow, mama. I know what I want. I take what I want.”

  I put my hands around his neck and pushed my forehead against his. “Long as you aren’t talking about all of this in 19 days,” I said.

  He laughed then.

  “You on board?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said nibbling his ear lobe.

  “Mmm,” he moaned.

  “I’m on board,” I kissed his neck and rotated my hips in his lap.

  “Ohhh, baby,” he sang.

  “Are those your only conditions?” I asked.

  “Yeah, why you want more?”

  “I did want one more thing. More of that big long cock in my mouth,” I wiggled my hips some more and said, “going so deep that I gag around it. Licking it” I licked his collar bone, “sucking it hard,” I moved further down to put my lips around his nipple that was covered by his shirt. “Biting it,” I moved down and slightly bit his hard ab muscles.

  “Take it baby, it’s yours.”

  I kept going down, sliding off of his lap, so I could unbuckle his jeans. I slowly opened them, then lowered his briefs elastic waistline and slid his long, erect penis out. It was a beautiful site to see, hard and silky to the touch. I licked the pre-cum off the tip and he groaned. Then I licked around it like a Popsicle, up and down the sides. He whimpered, which urged me to continue. I wanted him to lose control, because he had no idea how the words he just said to me made me feel. We were still new at ‘us’, but the fact that he was thinking along those terms, warmed my heart and soothed my silent fears about his real intentions.

  He ripped off his heather grey t-shirt and wrapped his hands around my hair, pulling it up so he could see what I was doing. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started to roll my tongue, when his hold on my hair tightened. I slowed my movements, then started to bob my head up and down in earnest.

  “Yeeesss,” he moaned. I kept bobbing my head and going faster.

  I focused my eyes on him as I kept sucking him off and his head was back against the couch, with his eyes squeezed shut and fist clenched in my hair. It was such a sexy look, I knew my panties would be soaked. Snaking my hands up, I wrapped my hand around his huge sack. His grip in my hair tightened and I could see that his head wasn’t back anymore, his eyes were trained on me.

  “Goddamn, woman. You have a talented mouth,” he said, right before I stopped sucking and went to fondle his sack with my mouth. I licked each one and although I couldn’t fit them entirely in my mouth, one hand was stroking his long cock and my left hand was massaging what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

  “Oh, your fucking mouth, mama.”

  I moaned with them in my mouth and he pulled on my hair tighter. I then wrapped my mouth back on his penis and went so deep, I could feel him at the back of my throat. He leaned down and whispered hoarsely, “Goddamn, mama, I’m about to fuck your mouth,” I nodded with approval and he finished with, “Hard.”

  He gripped my hair in two ponytails secured by his hands and started thrusting in my mouth. I moaned and he lost it. He started sporadically thrusting, saliva was sliding down the side of my lips, and my panties were soaked.

  “You gonna swallow for daddy?” he grunted out.

  I murmured my answer and he drove us home as he held my head in place as he roughly fucked my open willing mouth that he filled with his monstrous cock. I loved it. He was so fucking sexy, taking my mouth like a boss or shall I say master. I moaned once again and his hot seed came spurting out near the back of my throat. I know he likes it clean, but today I was feeling a little dirty. So, I swallowed mostly all of it, but as he went to pull out, I took his cock in my hand and wiped it at the corner of my mouth, so a little of his cum was there. His eyes were closed when I looked up, so I stayed that way, until he opened them. He was still breathing hard, but I started massaging his thighs and abs.

  When he looked at me, I licked his cum from the side of my mouth, ever so slowly and finished with licking my lips. His eyes became hooded again, so I stood and turned to walk towards my bedroom.

  “Here, now,” he commanded.

  I turned around, smirked and kept walking to the bedroom. I took off my clothes, because I had my lingerie already on, anticipating this. I laid in the middle of the bed with a red nightie that had thick straps that crisscrossed around my breast, covering my hard nipples. The matching lace thong was connected with red stockings. I saw this on one of those BDSM websites and thought maybe I’d give it a try or that he would like this.

  After a few minutes, he walked through the door slowly. He trained his eyes on me and I could feel the heat that was emanating off of him.

  “On your hands and knees, facing the headboard,” he commanded.

  I immediately turned around and obeyed his command.

  “Spread your knees wide.” He approached the bed and sat down.

  “Wider” he said, after I spread them.

  He took the belt out of his unbuttoned jeans and folded it in two and ran it across my exposed ass.

  “You like to get spanked?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “You like for daddy to chastise you when you are naughty?

  “Yes,” I said.

  “You have such a beautiful ass,” he purred. “It will be more delightful after I get it to be a nice shade of red to match this outfit.”

  He dropped the belt down on the bed and I held my breath for the anticipation. There was pressure on the bed, like he was getting on, but I dared not look to see. I felt something moist on my ass cheeks, then I realized it was his tongue.

  He murmured in my ass, “I’m going to spank that ass five times, okay, mama”

  ”Yes,” I moaned.

  I wanted more, but I’d take what I could get.

  All of a sudden, I felt the sting of his hand on my left ass cheek. I waited for the pain to subside, then the pleasure kicked in. He slapped my right cheek and I moaned in ecstasy. Damn, I needed to be naughty more often, because I loved when he spanked me like this.

  “That’s two baby.”

  He dipped one finger in my soaked pussy and pulled it out to stick it in my ass. Then he slapped my butt again with the finger in my ass. That was hot as shit. I nearly came.

  “You like that?” he asked. “You like when I spank that sweet ass?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “You like me to fuck you with a plug in your sw
eet ass, baby? You’d be so tight.”

  I moaned, “Yeess.”

  “I love your ass.”

  He slapped my other cheek and took his finger out to replace it with his tongue.

  “Mmmm,” I started riding his tongue in my ass.

  He wrapped his hand around my waist and slid my thong aside, so he could play my clit like a guitar. He hit the right cord while tongue fucking my ass and I erupted. Yelling and shaking my orgasm out, then I collapsed on the bed. He fell right on me and whispered in my ear, “That’s my good girl.”

  ******

  The next day was physically tough for me because Joshua wore me out and I had the achiness and marks to prove it. He was very careful not to put the marks on my neck after that last incident, and especially after he told me some of what he overheard his employee saying about me. I was not surprised, but more surprised that he reacted that way. He fired the man. Well, damn. I wish he was my boss at ‘the dunce’ – all of them would have been fired. Some part of me wondered if it was because they were talking about me that set Joshua off or what. My mom always said, ‘it’s easier to make snap judgments, when it hasn’t hit home for you.’ She tended to be right all the time.

  At work, we did not interact for more than 30 seconds, which was normal, because I never gave him the time of day or stayed in his presence for too long. In regards to performance, I thought we did great that first week, until Friday at 3:00 PM, Craig and I were putting the final touches on the video projections, when he said, “Why are ya’ll hiding?”

  “What?” I asked, genuinely confused.

  “You and Joshua,” he paused, “are together. So, why are you guys hiding that? What’s wrong?”

  I stared at him trying to see if it would be to my advantage to deny his allegations or confirm. He had seemed to be a genuine and committed person to Joshua, but you never know.

  “You don’t have to answer, I’ve known and worked with Joshua long enough to know there is something different about him. The way he looks at you, when you pay him absolutely no mind. The way he fired Holden for saying those things about you. The way he has softened just a little when this project started. You can see he’s itching to touch you, but he’s fought it every day for the past two and a half months. Now, this week in particular, he’s genuinely happy. I guess you guys must have made up or something, because you were giving him the artic breeze for two months. That’s good. I like a happy boss. He deserves good for a change. Someone like you that will complement him.”

  I smiled at him.

  “I know you give him a run for his money, but he likes a challenge. Hence,” he pointed to our work table and continued, “what we are doing. Anyway, I didn’t mean to pry, but I was curious why you guys were hiding it. It’s obvious that you love each other.”

  “Craig, how could you know that?” I exclaimed as I looked around to see who was in our vicinity.

  “Ahh, it’s all in the eyes. The way y’all look at each other says it all.”

  I didn’t say anymore and didn’t mean to say what I did, but when he said it was obvious that I loved him, I wanted to know how he knew. I wasn’t even sure, myself. Oh my. Love? Really?

  “Well, like I said, I’m happy for you both. I better be invited to the wedding,” he said and walked off like his work was done. I looked down at our work and saw that it indeed was complete.

  Chapter 20: Meeting the Kelly’s

  SAMANTHA:

  I told Joshua what Craig had implied and he agreed with him of course. There was no point in hiding, but he also said he understood where I was coming from, especially after the Holden situation. However, he said, people would talk anyway, even if she had 18 degrees, no man or money. People always had their speculations. He was right, so I told him I’d think about it some more.

  The weekend had come for us to travel to Aspen, Colorado and meet his parents. He was not kidding about this at all. We rode on the private jet and joined the mile-high club, well I did at least. It was amazing. Joshua was an amazing lover, but I could tell he was holding back. Things were good between us, but I didn’t want to broach the subject just yet. The whole BDSM thing was a nagging endless song in my head and I just couldn’t get over how he might not be fulfilled with just me or as it was termed, vanilla sex. He assured me that we were beyond vanilla sex, but I was not convinced.

  His mom and dad were so funny, happy to see him, and seemed ecstatic to meet me. They asked me a lot of questions, which I gladly answered. They wanted to know how I met Joshua, what I saw in him, was he treating me right. They showed me pictures of Joshua and he cringed at every one. They wanted us all to go skiing, but Joshua had refused, but encouraged me to go. I had only been skiing a few times, but I was no pro and was sure I’d hurt something. This was their specialty, so I went. His mom immediately took me under her wing, introducing me to all her friends as Joshua’s girlfriend. She seemed proud of him, but also proud of me.

  That felt good.

  Skiing wasn’t a total disaster. I fell seven hundred times it felt like, but I got back up and started again. Well, I had no choice, if I wanted to get back down the hill. I finally remembered I need to make my legs go in, like I was pigeon-toed in order to stop. I crashed into many people and Joshua’s parents got a kick out of that. I’m glad they had a sense of humor at my expense. I had to laugh myself, as I almost went over a cliff into the trees, because I couldn’t steer myself to turn. It was atrocious. Everything hurt.

  We arrived back to Joshua’s family house around 5 PM, and I limped out of their Lincoln Navigator. I made it into the living room and saw Joshua watching the football game on TV. He saw me limping towards him and jumped up. “What the fuck?”

  “Oh, I’m alright,” I said.

  “Honey, calm down, she fell a few times,” his mom chimed in.

  “More like every time,” his father snickered.

  “What the fuck, this is why I didn’t want to go. Why the fuck didn’t you stop her if she didn’t know what she was doing? You had to insist that she do this? What the fuck?” He picked me up and took me upstairs while his parents stood there with their mouths open.

  When we arrived back to the room, I chided Joshua. “You shouldn’t have talked to your parents like that. They didn’t make me do a damn thing; I got out there, fell down and kept getting back up. They did encourage me to stop, but I wanted to learn. How dare you try to have them attempt to control me too?”

  “Put me down,” I finished.

  He immediately put me down as he was shocked at my response.

  “You owe them an apology,” I said as I limped to the bathroom and locked the door.

  I heard a faint, “What the fuck?”

  I turned on the shower, stripped of my clothes and took a nice long hot shower. I stayed in there until the water started to cool, because my body was aching that much. When I finished, I walked out of the bathroom to an empty room. Hoping he was apologizing, I started to put on some clothes as I was very hungry.

  “You got in trouble didn’t you?” I heard Joshua’s father say as she stood on the steps ready to go down.

  There was a chuckle. “You could say that, but she is so damn stubborn. I wasn’t mad at you guys, just angry with her for being so independent sometimes.” It was his dad’s turn to chuckle.

  “I hear you son, she reminds me of your mother. Did I ever tell you how I got your mom on the slopes and she kept falling, but refused to give up? To this day, that woman works her ass off to outshine me on those slopes, because I laughed at her the first few times she went out there. She took classes, joined groups, and even started to compete. She can run circles around me now, shit, and she does. That’s the resilient type of woman you need. When the shit gets tough, that’s when she lights up and goes to work. You don’t want no patsy gal or someone who is completely submissive that she can’t think for herself. Cause if you lose your shit, you want a woman that can take the reins and steer the damn ship. That’s what your mother i
s for me, best damn thing I ever done was make her mine. Smartest decision in the world, makes me feel like a fucking genius.” He chuckled.

  The leather sofa creaked, like someone was getting up or shifting. “Be a genius son. That woman up there, don’t tolerate your shit, don’t let you talk any type of way to your folks, won’t just roll over and die when shit gets tough. That’s what you want. Not that entitled chic you brought here in graduate school. You want a fighter. She going to irk your damn nerves, but she’ll have your damn back. Be a genius.”

  The leather sofa creaked again and then a door closed. I figured I should go down stairs now, just in case someone saw me eavesdropping. I saw Joshua sitting on the loveseat with his head in his hands and elbows on his knees. I tried to make some noise, so he knew I was coming. He looked up at me and he smiled. “Hey.”

  “Hey, yourself.”

  “Dinner is almost ready,” he said. I walked towards him and he patted his knee indicating that he wanted me to sit on his lap. I obliged him and he pulled me closer to him.

  “Are you hurt badly?” he asked.

  “No, just sore. I’ll be fine in a few days. I just need to take a bath in Epson Salt.”

  “I can help with that,” he smiled. “I’m sorry.”

  “What are you apologizing to me for?”

  “Because I shouldn’t have snapped at my parents, when I was upset with you.” I raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Okay.” I was waiting to hear the rest.

  “I was upset with you, because I don’t want to see you hurt, but it seems like you put yourself in danger, against my wishes.”

  “Joshua, I’m a grown woman, who can take care of herself. I have for this long and I will continue to do so.” He looked up in the air, like he was trying to gather his patience, so I continued, “I like this protectiveness you have over me. I’ve never had it before and sometimes I’m not sure what to do with it.” I caressed his face. “I will, however, work really hard to help you help me.”

  He pulled me closer and I touched his face with both of my hands and kissed him on the lips. I pulled back and he said, “Mama, I’d never want anything to happen to you.”