Beg Me: Sold to My Dad's Boss Page 13

  “Lindy,” I sat back, grabbing her arms and holding her away from me. It was only a few inches, but it was enough. I looked deep into her eyes, drowning in the chocolate pools, forcing myself to speak again. “Little girl, I need to know that you’re okay, baby. Because once I start, I’m not gonna stop. You’re gonna be below me, screaming and panting, and you’re not getting up until I say you can.”

  And the girl just smiled at me, her breath warm, her body tense yet relaxed near mine.

  “It’s absolutely what I want Chris,” she breathed. “You’re what I want because,” and here she paused, “my mom and dad had an unexpected courtship. I’m not going to get into it now, but let’s just say that they got married when no one approved, not one of my grandparents attended the ceremony. And you know what? It’s worked. They’ve been happily married twenty years, and so I know that we can make it work.”

  My body grew hot then, my jaw clenching as her words sank in. Twenty years? More like I wanted fifty years with this beauty, shit, even that wasn’t enough. A lifetime was more like it.

  But I still didn’t get it.

  “But honey,” I ground out. “What about the way we met? You hated that, you thought I was buying you, that you traded sex for money.”

  The girl nodded soberly, her brown eyes meeting mine.

  “I admit that we met in a … um, untraditional way,” she said softly, “but that doesn’t mean that what we have now isn’t real. I’ve been thinking, and I think everyone ‘buys’ others to some extent, it’s just a question of how explicit it is. I mean, my mom’s never worked during her marriage so I guess my dad has ‘bought’ her for the last twenty years, right? It was part of their marriage pact.”

  And I growled deep in my throat.

  “But honey, that’s completely normal. Your mom is taken care of because she’s a wife,” I ground out. “I’d want that for my wife as well, I’d want to provide for her and my family, but we’re talking about something different. You weren’t my wife, you were a girl whose body I wanted, and which I paid for, I admit. And that transaction was making you question everything, our love for one another, our devotion, our mutual trust and understanding.”

  And the brunette nodded at me, her eyes growing wide at the word “love.”

  “I know, Chris,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. “But I’ve realized that as cheesy as it sounds, love can triumph … if you’ll just let it. And we love each other, don’t we? We love spending time together, talking, fighting, loving, we’re a match through and through, aren’t we?”

  And the lump in my throat was so big, so enormous that I could hardly make out any words. But I forced myself because this was literally the most important moment in my life and I couldn’t let her down. I couldn’t let down my best girl, who’d pushed through her own inhibitions, her own justifiable concerns and doubts, to end up here, with me, believing in me, in us, trusting me and revealing her heart.

  “Baby,” I ground out, pressing my forehead against hers. “I’ll make it worth it to you. I promise,” I rumbled deep in my throat. “There is no one more precious to me than you because yeah, we started off in an unsavory situation but I’ve never regretted it. Never,” I ground out roughly.

  And the girl laughed softly then, flashing that beautiful smile, making my heart pump all the faster.

  “Chris, let’s do something different from here on out, okay?” she suggested gently, her brown eyes filled with such emotion that my heart overflowed and burst, I was such putty in her hands. I was a prisoner to Lindy, whatever she wanted, her desires were mine, her needs, her wants, were my guides in life. “I want to propose that instead of referring to our first moments together as a ‘transaction,’ let’s just say that I ‘gifted’ myself to you instead. Is that okay?” she asked shooting me a special smile.

  And I leaned down to kiss her again, nuzzling her lips, grazing my mouth across her cheek.

  “Of course baby,” I rumbled. “Because I’ve never had a gift as good as you.”

  And the brunette just sighed, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Good,” she breathed. “Now take me again and make me yours.”

  And this time, I didn’t hesitate. Because the virgin was a virgin no more, but instead of walking away as I normally do, Lindy and I were going to find a future together. It wasn’t a straightforward path at all. We’d gone from sex for money, a hedonistic ten-day arrangement, to a long-term relationship all in the course of a few months. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything because the brunette was my lover, my star, my guide, and I can’t imagine life without her anymore, it would be cold, pathetic and miserable. But instead, a new chapter has blossomed and I’ve got a girl in my arms that’s worth more than anything.

  So I kissed her and murmured into her hair.

  “I love you baby,” my throat tight, my heart aching. “I love you so much and I can’t wait for our life to start together.”

  And she looked up at me, brown eyes full with adoration and yet spiced with a twinkle of mirth.

  “I know Mr. Jones,” she murmured. “And let’s start now, okay? Because I can’t wait a moment longer.”

  And with that, the new chapter unfolded. We rushed up to the master bedroom, sure, but there was so much more than just the physical this time. Because there was real emotion, caring, adoration in every touch, and our love was cemented then in a way that only happens once in a lifetime. And about making it permanent? You’re right, I did it, because Lindy was a catch and I was never letting her walk away. So yeah, I was gifted a virgin … and I never let her go. She was mine, I was hers, and the entire world was at our feet, our love shining so strong, so pure, so true that there would never be any doubts again.

  EPILOGUE

  Lindy

  “Oh Chris,” I moaned into the pillowcase. “Oh god.”

  The big man chuckled behind me. “Are you referring to God or me?” he panted, his voice rough. “Because although I’m flattered, I’m not him … although I could if you wanted me to be,” he panted with a sly smile. Because at that very moment, Chris was driving into me, his hips forceful, his rod so deep into me that I mewled again, muffling my cry.

  “Shhh, baby,” he hushed, his hips pistoning like crazy, his cock bouncing off my cervix with every stroke, making me moan even louder. “Don’t wake the baby, don’t make her cry.”

  And I choked back my groans as best I could, swallowing my gasps, pressing my face into the pillow so hard that I could barely breathe. Because we’d just put Joanie to sleep, our six month-old daughter was sweet awake, but even sweeter asleep, and Chris and I wanted to make the best of her naptimes, use the brief interludes to explore each other physically, reacquainting ourselves with each other’s bodies, tasting one another, savoring, sampling, and releasing ourselves in our mutual love.

  Because Chris and I didn’t waste any time after we talked. There was no dilly-dallying after I showed up at his mansion, after we confessed our love to one another and decided to make a go of it. So yeah, I moved into his mansion immediately and within a month, I was pregnant.

  “Mr. Jones!” I gasped, staring at the pregnancy test. “Oh my god!”

  The big man pulled my hand to his, the stick limp between my fingers to take a look. And instead of panic or recriminations, a smile slowly crept over his face.

  “You’re pregnant, baby girl, is that so hard to believe?” he drawled, pulling me into his lap. “We’ve never used protection and I’ve filled you with cum so many times, there’s no way you couldn’t be pregnant, you’re nineteen and fertile.”

  And that was true, we’d never bothered with condoms or birth control, but still, the surprise knocked the air out of me and I couldn’t answer at first.

  “But … but we’re not married,” I finally managed. “I just moved in, I just dropped out of school, I just enrolled at the culinary institute to be a chef. This is …” my voice trailed off.

  But Chris wouldn’t give up.

 
“Amazing?” he said with a cocked eyebrow. “Incredible? Another miraculous gift?”

  And I smiled at him because we always play on the word “gift” now, it’s how we refer to our first interaction, and he was right. The thought of a baby on the way was the best gift of all, I couldn’t imagine anything better.

  “So you want to keep it?” I asked tremulously. “Him or her? You want to be a dad?”

  And Mr. Jones growled low in his chest, dropping kisses against my breasts, my nipples, my stomach before laying me on the bed and moving slowly to my pussy. I tensed and sighed beneath him, my slit creamy and wet, tingling uncontrollably as he parted my folds, gazing deeply at me before bending his head for a slick taste.

  “Baby,” he murmured as he lapped at my clit, “there’s nothing that I’d want more than to see you swell up with my child. There’s nothing in the world that could be better, this is the second best gift I’ve ever received … the first being you.”

  And I shuddered then, moaning his name, my pussy on fire, my hands scrabbling for his big body, begging for his cock.

  “Oh Chris,” I moaned as he slid into me, making me feel so full, my cunt spreading wetly as he filled my wet cavern. “Oh god, I love you.”

  And as the big man pressed deep inside, making us into one, once again cementing our adoration for one another. He caught my lips for another kiss, pressing into my mouth with his tongue as he pushed into my pussy with his dick, the movements mirroring one another.

  “Yes, baby, yes,” he ground out into my mouth. “You’re mine.”

  And I melted again, all over him, creaming wetly, giving myself up. Because this is my life now, I live with the alpha male, we’re good together, better than good, amazing, great. And we’ve been blessed, finding each other, committing to one another, reveling in our love, our connection so strong, so deep, that it takes my breath away.

  So yes, I’ve become Mrs. Christopher Jones, we made it permanent after finding out about the baby. And you know what? Nothing feels better than wearing his ring on my finger, trumpeting to the world that I belong to him, that I’m half of a whole, that I’ve found my one and only.

  And as for Mr. Jones? Well, he still likes it when I call him that, so I do it for fun, as part of our love play, our teasing, our mutual adoration for one another. And although we started unconventionally, it’s ended well, and I can only look forward to our life together, exploring, loving, adoring, walking hand in hand as the days pass. Because it’s been almost two years now and the fire hasn’t dimmed, the flame still burns as strong as ever. And I know deep in my heart that it will burn that way forever because I’ve gifted myself to him, and in return, my man, my lover, has done the same for me.

  THE END

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Callie

  “Psst,” whispered my friend Christine. “Check out who just walked in the door!”

  I spun around in my seat. Sure, I should have been paying attention, taking notes and listening carefully, but honestly this class bored me. It was something like “Intro to Anatomy” or “Biological Anatomy,” and as far as I could tell all we did was look at diagrams of animals cut in half, scrutinizing their insides. Gross.

  But a tall drink of water had just sauntered into the classroom. Or more accurately, two tall drinks of water.

  The men who strolled in couldn’t legitimately be called boys, they were at least six three and two hundred pounds each. With blue-black hair and deep green eyes, they were swoon-worthy of the latest Playgirl magazine … if only they’d been nude.

  “Oh my god!” squealed Christine. “Science class just got so much better! Who are they? The board of visitors? Oh please please please, say they’re here to stay.”

  I had to laugh. Christine was so silly but fun in a million ways. We’d had a lot of wild rides together and I could trust her to be my wingwoman, my partner in crime. But right now both of us were one hundred percent focused on the two men who’d just walked in, backpacks casually slung over their shoulders.

  Mr. Grimes paused in his lecture, frowning as he took a slip of paper from the first man.

  “Blake Hanson? Bryan Hanson?” he asked.

  “Yeah, that’s us,” drawled the first one. “We just moved here from New York, mid-semester transfers.”

  I could hear Christine gasp beside me, along with most of the other girls in the room. School had just improved a great deal and life was going to be a lot more interesting from here on out.

  “Take a seat, gentlemen,” directed Mr. Grimes. “Right there, next to the window. We’ll get textbooks and all that sorted after break.”

  And wouldn’t you know it, but the two-person table next to Christine and I was empty. When Mr. Grimes turned back to the blackboard, I could feel Christine furiously scribbling something in her notebook, only to tear it out and pass it my way.

  I looked down, figuring it’d be something like a sappy picture of hearts and arrows or something, but she’d gone further this time. Already, there was a folded note with the name Blake written on top.

  “Chrissy!” I whispered aghast. “We don’t even know which one Blake is! How am I supposed to get this note to them?”

  “Who cares?” she whispered back. “They’re twins, it doesn’t matter, they’ll figure it out.”

  “But what does it say?” I asked again. “I mean, these guys just got here, what could you possibly have to say to two new transfers who just showed up at Canterdale High?”

  Christine rolled her eyes. “I swear Callie, you’re so unimaginative sometimes. Who cares what the note says? We just want to strike first before any of the other girls here get to them,” she said, jerking her head backwards to indicate the rest of the class.

  I almost started laughing out loud. Sure, there were a lot of pretty girls at Canterdale but Chrissy had to take the cake for most aggressive. Just last week, she’d concocted some scheme to hold a wet Speedo contest in the gym – to the horror of the PTSA.

  So with a sigh, I did as she asked. With a slip of my hand, I tossed the note onto the twins’ desk, to be met by a smooth look from the one closest to me. God, he was handsome. Up close, his eyes were a deep blue and unexpectedly a dimple flashed as he smiled at me, his hand swooping out to cover the note in a swift flash.

  Slowly, the man opened it, glancing at the contents, only to casually tuck it into his back pocket before turning to grin at us.

  “Oh god Chrissy,” I whispered. “What did you put in that note?”

  “You’ll see,” she said airily. “Nothing bad, don’t worry … just something to kick things off, that’s all.”

  Internally, I groaned. I was boy crazy too but I had a feeling my friend had gone overboard this time. What could she have possibly written? Hopefully something not too embarrassing. I groaned internally again. Fortunately at that moment Mr. Grimes spoke up.

  “Alright, everyone to your stations. Blake, Bryan, why don’t you join Chrissy and Callie at station eight. You’ll have to share a cat, I didn’t order enough for another team, but it’s fine. We’ll get you your own
animal to dissect by tomorrow.”

  “Eee!” squealed Chrissy. “They’re our lab partners, perfect!”

  But as much as I was looking forward to getting to know these two men, I was already feeling queasy from the task at hand. The smell of formaldehyde was rising in the classroom as people pulled out dead cats from the fridge, the sad, stiff bodies wrapped in plastic tarp. It only became worse when people started unwrapping the saran, the fumes almost overpowering.

  We made our way to the station which was equipped with a sink and a range of sharp-looking tools. Blake and Bryan strode our way as Chrissy got the cat ready, softly stroking its matted fur, the dead googly eyes glazed and lifeless.

  “Thanks for the note,” said one of the men. “I’m Blake, this is my brother Bryan,” he noted with a lopsided grin.

  That smile got to me. From someone who looked like an Adonis, I wasn’t expecting anything but a dazzling flash, the kind that movie stars routinely show with capped, too-white teeth. But his smile was genuine, reaching his eyes, the kind that could make you melt.

  And disappear into a puddle Chrissy did.

  “Oh hi,” she said breathily. “I’m Chrissy, this is my friend Callie. Where are you guys from? We’re so excited to have you join Canterdale. Just ask if you have any questions,” she burbled. “Callie and I have been here forever.”

  “Thanks,” growled the other twin. “Yeah, we have a ton of questions, it was kind of an unexpected move as senior transfers and all that … but is your friend okay? Callie? Callie?” he said urgently, his voice fading in volume.

  Because despite my best efforts, I was losing it.