BOMBSHELL (16 page)

"No, I just want to lie here for a while," she said as she went to lie on the bathroom floor.

“Nope, let’s get you in a luke warm shower.” I lifted her up. 

“I’ll be fine.”

“Samantha, you’ll feel better after you shower and brush your teeth.”  I brought her to the shower and she stood there staring at her toiletries. Maybe because they were still there. I stripped us of the few clothes we had on, turned on the faucets and started to bathe her. She still wasn't looking good, but she held on to me as I washed her. I dried her off and carried her to bed so she could rest. I watched her sleep peacefully for about an hour. She looked up at me with unfocused eyes and asked how long she had been sleeping. I told her and she shook her head.

“I must have really been tired from the drama and flight.”

“Yeah, next time we’ll use my plane.”

“Next time?” she scoffed. “I most certainly will not use your plane next time.”

“We need to talk.” I said.

“Apparently, we do,” she said as she sat up, scanning the bed for something.

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“My clothes.”

“We don’t need to have this conversation with clothes on, because there will be no running, escaping, or rain checks.” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Fine, proceed.”

“We fucked up with breaking up. We shouldn’t have,” I continued.

“Okay.”

“So, let’s get back to us,” I said, matter-of-factly.

“Let me get this right. You think you can break up with me, not ‘WE.’ You broke it off with me, decide you are going to change your mind and say, ‘let’s ‘just’ get back to us?’” She raised an eyebrow at me, “Get the fuck out of here.”

“Samantha, I think it was mutual. You asked me to leave.”

“Yeah, after you said, ‘maybe we should be only business partners’ – there was nothing else for us to talk about.”

“Well, because you were drilling me, you didn’t believe me, and I felt like you were just picking on little things and making them bigger. So, I figured, it was a good thing to have us apart for a while, at least while we are working on this project together and then we could pick up where we left off.”

She burst out laughing. I hadn’t said anything funny, but apparently, she thought something was humorous. Once she gathered herself, she said, “You are a damn piece of work,” she got up, took my shirt off and grabbed her own.

“I cannot believe you. I mean, are you shitting me? I was drilling you about the fact that you belong to a BDSM club but didn’t tell me about it, that you were married and didn’t tell me about it, that you were a master and didn’t tell me about it, that you went to see my neighbor – probably wasn’t going to tell me about that either and you thought I was picking on things and trying to make them bigger. Well, excuse-fucking-me. That shit is rich.” She put on her jeans.

“Samantha,” I said as I got out the bed, “where are you going?” Exhaling, I went to her.

She chuckled. “You, my dear, have got to be kidding me.”

I went to hug her from the back, while she zipped her jeans. “Remember I said there would be no running? I mean that shit. We are going to fucking talk and we’re going to do it right now, because I am not going to live another day like I have been in the past two months.”

I sighed. I was getting sick of this shit. She turned around in my arms, because I was not fucking letting her go. There was a tear in her left eye. I kept talking.

“I’m not doing this shit anymore. I’m tired Samantha.” I dropped my arms so she could get a visual of the weight I’ve been carrying, “I’m fucking tired of wanting you, not being with you, not kissing you, and not making love to you. Just barely getting a ‘hi’ out of you, but long detailed emails about shit that I could care less and you not in my bed, not talking to me, and not being yourself around me. I’m tired, Samantha. I will not do this shit another day.”

Tears were in both eyes now and she looked conflicted.

“I don’t know what to say, Joshua. I mean…”

“There is nothing to say. I’m not asking you a question, Samantha, I’m telling you what is. We aren’t doing this anymore. We’re going to be together and that’s the end of it. You can try to fight me on this if you want, but you are mine.”

She stared at me with her mouth open. I slowly raised my hands and closed her lips with my forefinger and thumb. She smiled.

“Samantha Wilde, speechless,” I quipped.

I ran my hand across her cheek, behind her ear and around her neck, pulling her to me. God, I missed her. She came without a struggle. I put my forehead to hers and whispered, “I love you, mama, don’t you know that?”

Tears started streaming down her face. I tried to kiss them away, but they were coming fast. I slowly started taking off her clothes, because I needed her in the worst way. Once her shirt was off, I unzipped her pants and pulled them and her panties back down, so she could step out of them. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, so I grabbed her ass with both of my hands and lifted her. I backed her up against the wall and ravaged her mouth. She started wiggling around my waist and causing my shorts to ride a little lower. I leveraged her against the wall and pushed my shorts down, so I could take her. Finally.

“Yes, Joshua. Fuck me,” she moaned against my lips.

I knew she was dripping, so I plunged right on home. I nearly came on impact. She felt so damn good, so warm, and so tight. I couldn’t move, because I wanted it to last, but she had me under her spell. She started moving up and down on my cock, so I just held her hips and let her move. Oh my God. She was tight.

“You stay wet for me, don’t you mama.”

She groaned, “Yes, so wet.”

“Your pussy is so tight, keep doing that.”

She slid lower on my hard cock – goddamn. “Slide up and down, up and down.”

“You’re so hard, I like it hard.”

I groaned in her neck, pulled her from the wall, and took her to the bed. I dropped her and slowly climbed towards her, while she stared at me with hooded eyes and her sexy ass legs open inviting me in. I missed her sweet taste, I wanted to get one taste. I crawled closer and licked the inside of her thigh. She squirmed, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs to keep her in place. Her glistening pussy exposed to me, legs around shoulders and then I went to town. First I latched on to her clit and she screamed. I sucked and sucked, until she started to murmur unintelligible words.

“What did you say?” I lifted my head.

“NOTHING,” she yelled, “Keep going.”

I smiled and kept going. She moaned when I inserted one finger in her tight pussy, then another and she screamed when I started going faster. She rocked against my fingers and moaned, “I’m coming. Oh my God, I’m coming.”

I kept fucking her with my fingers, then I flicked her nub with my tongue a little faster, and she screamed out and erupted all over my hand.  I lapped up her sweet juices and kissed those pretty lips once more before I put her to sleep. I didn’t wait until she recuperated, I just plunged in and fucked her like a wild man starved of food. She screamed and tried to catch up to me, but I didn’t really have a rhythm – I just needed my girl, desperately.

“Joshua,” she moaned.

“Whose is it, baby?” I asked while taking her.

“Yours!”

“No, baby, whose is it?”

“Yours daddy,” she purred.

I slapped her pussy and she erupted again, all over my dick, making me feel so good as she clenched down hard. I thrust in her three more times and came all in that tight pussy. God, I missed her. There was no way I’d let her go now.

Samantha let out a contented sigh and I collapsed on her. She wrapped me up with her legs and arms and we stayed like that, for what felt like an hour. Stuck in that moment with just us, having fucked hard, cum hard and trying to recuperate with no words exchanged. It felt good, felt like where I belonged. In my woman’s arms.

SAMANTHA:

After our wild ride, we fell asleep for another two hours. I was glad it wasn’t just me that he put to sleep. I took private joy in putting him to sleep too.  Joshua finally let me leave to go to my own apartment, but only because he was coming over later to spend the night. He said he wanted to christen my place as well as his. He was extremely intense and I got the feeling that he was being that way because he didn’t want to give me any wiggle room to escape him. I didn’t want to run this time, but I did want to discuss how we were going to act at work. Hopefully, he’d be on board with my plan.

“Joshua, I want us to be together to, but we have four more weeks, well 19 days before we will be done with this project. I do not want to jeopardize this.”

He looked at me as he ate my guacamole that he brought for me. Apparently, he was becoming a fan of the green treat. “Okay, so what are you thinking?” he finally said.

“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 sweet 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.