Sleeping with My Boss (and his son?)

Chapter 29

It was like a wildfire being lit within him, my request for him to fuck me acting like an accelerant like no other. "Good girl." He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls open the drawer, "I did a little shopping." Pulling out two pair of hand cuffs he gently stroked my wrist, "are your wrists okay, or should we opt out of handcuffs?" I grab a pair and snap them over my wrist, "don't overthink it, baby, just take me." In moments each of my arms are outstretched and secured and he is back between my legs. He fingers stroke me, slipping inside, just before I feel myself being spread by something much larger than his fingers, and when he switches on the vibrator, I cry out. He reaches up, pinching and twisting a nipple as he moves the vibrator in and out of me at tortuous speeds. My legs squeeze around his hand as I feel an orgasm building and before I cum, he removes the vibrator and releases my nipple, leaving me gasping and panting and very on edge. He moves from the bed and takes a box out from under it. I can't see what he's doing, but a moment later he's securing a bar between my legs. I look at him with questions in my eyes and he smirks, "it's called a spreader bar sweetheart. If you don't like it, we won't use it again." Once my legs are secure and unable to close, he pulls another toy out, I hear it vibrating before it ever touches me, but when it does, I'm cumming within moments.

He has it pressed tightly against my clit and then increases the speed. My thighs go to close, but can't. I cry out in a scream as I feel myself cum. I feel water gush between my legs. It's something I have never felt before. "Mmm, Maddie, you didn't tell me you were a squirter."

I'm breathless, but manage, "I didn't know."

A moment later, toys are shoved aside and he's kissing me, then licking and sucking at my nipples before he says, "if you want something, you have to ask for it." To be so immobilized and helpless, there is zero fear. He's offering me control even though every ounce of it is actually in his hands.

But I'm not above asking, or begging. "Please, I need you, Donovan."

I barely get the words out of my mouth and he's inside me. And he wastes no time picking up speed. The bed moving, my body jerking, I crave more. I want him to take control in every area Dimitri had. I want Donovan to have every bit of my pleasure.

"Choke me... please." I gasp.

He looks into my eyes and keeps thrusting as one hand moves up and closes around my throat. He gently allows his thumb to caress the hollow of my neck before he tightens his hand. As he tightens his grip, he looks at me for any indication I'm not okay. I manage a whisper of "more" and then close my eyes. He tightens his grip and begins to fuck me faster. As he does, his grip tightens and I feel that breathlessness overtake me. My arms instinctively pull at the bedposts I'm handcuffed to and as I get lightheaded and tense, his body tenses with mine and we ride out a delicious orgasm together. His grip loosening and both of us panting.

He's laughing, which makes him jerk inside me, "I don't think I took a breath the entire time my hand was around your neck." Pulling out and collapsing beside me, I turn my head so he can kiss me. Kissing me softly, he gets up and begins to remove the spreader bar. Moving to the top of the bed, he frees my hands but leaves the handcuffs hanging from the bedposts. "Let's clean up and get some sleep, busy day tomorrow."

I nod. Fifteen minutes later, I'm sound asleep in his arms. My naked body against his.

. . .

The next morning, we both sleep in some. It's around 0900 by the time we pull ourselves from bed. While getting dressed, he nervously starts talking, "if you get a chance this morning to pack up your bags, can you do that? I might have booked us a very late flight back home tonight." I just stare at him. "I should have asked you first, but you were asleep and I was just looking at flight options. I didn't think you needed a seven plus hour car ride when a flight takes an hour. And we need to talk to Jason sooner than later. I figured we could crash at my house tonight, and then tomorrow we could go see him together. If you want to. If not, I can cancel the flights."

I am the one laughing now, I go to him and hug him, "Slow down, baby. Deep breath." I kiss him. "That sounds perfect. Thank you for thinking of what was best for me. I lo...." I clear my throat, I said I wouldn't say it until after I've talked to Jason. "I love that you're putting me first."

We head out and find everyone else getting a late start as well, all of us working around each other in the kitchen. I feel arms around me and my feet coming off the ground as Rafe tries to get by me, "How someone so small can always be in the way," he teases.

I love that Donovan's brothers have embraced me the way they have. Before Rafe puts my feet on the ground and let's me go, a female voice fills the room, "Didn't even wait on me!" We all turn, or in my case, Rafe turns with me in his arms, to find Maryanne Carrington smiling and with her arms open, and then her eyes fall on Rafe and I, turning dark.

"Madelyn, Rafe???" Her eyes cloud more, as she looks around, "is April here?"

Donovan steps in laughing, "wrong son, mom. Maddie is with me, this clown," he points to Rafe, "was just messing around." And in the next moment, I'm pulled from Rafe and tucked safely in Donovan's arms. "I know you two have met many times, but mom, I'd like to officially introduce you to my girlfriend, and as I've already told her, my future wife."

Maryanne's eyes dance between us, and then the others. Obviously with questions, which she decides to voice. "I have so many questions, but first, told her?" She doesn't look pleased.

Good-naturedly, he laughs again, "I'll ask when the time is right, but she needed to know my intentions." He kisses my head, "we will answer all your questions later, now though, we need to eat." She does not appear to appreciate the dismissal, nor the sight of me in her sons arms. Either of her sons.

Dimitri, who has been in the back of the kitchen and quiet through this whole ordeal, "Maryanne, dear, didn't know you were joining us." He makes his way to her, hugging her to him.

It's not a warm embrace and she greets him with much less warmth than she did her sons, "Dimitri." It's all she says as she continues into the kitchen. She lightens some as she reaches Dominic and Rafe, but the iciness I feel is palpable, and I'm not sure why.

She has her reasons, certainly, but does she know that?