Page 44 of Leverage & Obedience

I’m so close to coming that I’m beyond shame.

“Oh god, breed me, put a baby in me. Make me your breeding slut and fill me with cum!”

“You’re so beautiful when you beg for my cum. But I don’t think you need it.”

I do. And not the play-pretend way this time. He could actually put a baby in me. My pussy clenches around him.

“Fuck.” I’m panting, my forehead against the mahogany, my hips slamming back to meet every thrust. “I’m your breeding brat. Knock me up and show everyone I belong to you. Do it. Put a baby in me. I need your cum. Don’t make me wait!”

His thrusts become more erratic, but he doesn’t slow down as the wet sounds of our fucking fill the office.

“You’re a naughty brat, and I could watch you squirm for hours. Fucking you until you’re mindless.”

Nooo. My legs tremor, and all I can do is moan as he continues to slam into me.

“But I love you too much. Come for me.”

My body goes rigid at his words, and my pussy spasms. I explode from rapture. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

It’s a soul-shaking orgasm that sends me shooting sky high, and there’s a gush of warmth between my legs.

He fucks me through my orgasm, the pleasure unending, until he slams in one final time, and comes with a groan that vibrates through the entire room. He floods me, wave after wave of cum, filling me while my walls flutter and grip his cock. He keeps one hand pressed against my lower back, hips still grinding against me as he unloads every last drop.

When he finally slows down, my entire body is twitching from aftershocks of pleasure, and we stay like that. I’m still flat against the mahogany, and he’s draped over me. His cock still buried, softer now. My skirt is bunched around my waist. I’m a messy, happy brat. He said he loves me while telling me to come. Apparently, we’re at the place where I-love-you slips out during sex. He didn’t say the wordbabythis time. He didn’t need to.

“For the record,” he says, roughly, close to my ear, “your benefits package here includes full dental, vision, a 401k match that I’m personally doubling, and unlimited PTO in my office after hours.”

“You forgot maternity leave.” My voice is shot, but the smirk isn’t. “Pretty sure you just earned me one.”

He huffs against my hair. “Already covered. I’m thorough.”

My laugh turns into a groan as he eases out of me. His cum and my wetness slide down my legs, making my pussy ache because I’m half wanting him again already.

I stay right where I’m at while a fuzzy happiness settles over me. When he pulls out wet wipes from his desk, I lose it. This is messed up.

I’m still laughing the entire time he cleans up the mess on my legs.

He kisses me softly. “Sit with me.”

We move to his chair. As soon as he’s settled in, I crawl onto him. He gathers me in close. I tuck my head under his chin, and the sandalwood is right under my nose, his heartbeat steady under my cheek. His hand rests on my thigh, stroking slowly, his other arm tight around me.

“You’re going to be a nightmare at work,” he says. “Aren’t you?”

“Mmm, nope. I’m going to be the best admin you’ve ever had and the worst-behaved submissive in the state of North Carolina. You’re going to love every second of it.”

His chest rumbles, and he tightens his arms around me. His lips press into my hair.

“Yeah,” he says. “I am.”

I sigh in happiness. This is all mine now, and I’m not going anywhere.

Epilogue

The box labeled MISC weighs about forty pounds and holds every single thing I’ve owned since college that refused to fit in a real category. My pack mule is supposed to show up in thirty minutes to handle the actual lifting. I gave myself some time alone to deal with the last of the boxes because I wasn’t sure what was in some of them. I wanted to keep my personal shame hidden if I found something weird.

I started going through the MISC box to condense it and got distracted by a framed photo of me at a Halloween party dressed as a sexy librarian that I definitely plan to show him. There’s also a candle in a jar that claims it smells like ocean breeze. It’s lying.

I gave up, and now the box is stacked by the door with the rest of them, ready to move to Bren’s. And this time, I’m going to unpack every one.