Sleeping with My Boss (and his son?)

Chapter 33

Our Sunday together went unbelievably well, considering the many announcements and changes ahead. Jason left around 1800, and there were tears. From myself and the kids, along with Jason. My parents followed suit about a half hour later. My dad didn't say much to a Jason the whole afternoon, but did tell me he was proud of me and the he really liked Donovan. Not long after my parents left, I asked Donovan to head out so I could have the night with my kids. I've missed them, and I needed them. And I have a feeling now that it's cleared out, some of them might need me. And once we were alone, we all piled on my bed and watched a movie and cried and went to sleep.

The next day at work, the announcements were made and celebrated, and Dimitri cleared out his office. I'm not sure what's happening with he and Maryanne, but at least she knows. Several days of transition happen around the office, and at home. When the weekend comes, Jason asks about seeing the kids and if he can get them for the weekend. My heart squeezes as this is going to be our new normal. I agree, but instead of telling Donovan that the kids will be gone, I invite him over for dinner as though it will be all of us.

Friday night arrives and the kids are picked up. I change into a black lace piece of lingerie, brand new and bought for Donovan. I also bought a variety of toys, as that seems to be something he enjoyed. I was pretty pleased them myself. And then, I text Donovan and tell him to come on in when he arrives. There is a note on the door, saying, "you can make love to me later, right now I need to be fucked hard. Don't be gentle. If my pussy isn't sore for days, you didn't do your part." I'm bent over the back of the couch, with a paddle next to me. Hoping that he doesn't get upset. But I've been thinking this week and this is what I need. Someone that can both make love to me, and fuck me til I can't walk.

I hear his gasp and his growl of approval. I feel him, more than hear him, approach. Leaning in, he kisses my shoulder, "Mmm. I think I can give you exactly what you want. Does my bad girl need a spanking? I can think of a few things that deserve a spanking. I haven't tasted her pussy all week." Smack. "She hasn't sucked my dick." Smack. Each smack more delicious than the last, me screaming out with each. He gets in 7 hard smacks and then I feel his hands on my hips as he grinds against me, him still fully dressed. He hands leave my hips and I go to so stand up, but his hand stops me, "I didn't tell you that you could move." I hear him doing something, and then I feel another "smack" this one harder and stinging.

His belt. I know it was his belt because a moment later he's pulling me up by my hair and turning me to him. He leans and roughly sucks on and bites my nipple, and uses his belt to secure my hands. He leaves a handle for him between my two hands and grips it saying, "get on your knees."

With one hand he holds mine above my head as I comply, with the other, he's undoing his pants. I am loving this side of him. He reaches down and slides his hand around my throat, "you're going to suck my cock until I cum down that pretty little throat, and then, your body is mine until you get me hard enough again to fill your pussy with my cum. Any questions?" I shake my head indicating I don't. "Good girl. Now open."

I can feel the excitement in my eyes, so I know he can see it, as he slides into my mouth. He wastes no time thrusting into me. One hand on the back of my head, and one keeping my hands and arms suspended. His fingers tighten in my hair until it stings. That only makes me increase my suction on his cock. I'm moaning onto him, he's moaning above me. And as he picks up pace, I feel how sloppy it's getting, and as fast and hard as he's going, I know his thick cock will be emptying into my mouth soon.

No sooner I think that, he groans loudly and I'm swallowing his load. Sucking until his cock is clean, he encourages me, "good girl cleaning off my cock without being told to. Now get off your knees and lead me to our bed, I have a pussy to eat."

I scramble off my knees with my hands still bound and walk to the stairs. I stumble and catch myself, but my ass in the air, and his hands catch me by my hips. "Don't move." I still under his order. A moment later, I feel him massaging my ass, "spread your legs." He must have sat down and slid his head between my legs as he laid back on the stairs, because his tongue slides along me. He sucks hard on my clit and wraps his arms around me pulling my ass cheeks apart. I hear a muffled, "I love your pussy."

His tongue dips inside my pussy at the same time his finger pushes into my ass. I cry out, and my hips begging to move as I ride his face and take his finger deeper. His mouth pulls off of me as he says, "we aren't moving until you cum on my face". He increases the pace of his tongue, and begins quickly moving his finger in and out of my ass as his other hand moves to my pussy. With fingers filling both of my holes and his lips on my pussy as he sucks my clit again, I'm screaming his name and trembling uncontrollably.

When I finish riding out my orgasm he slides out from between my legs, "I'm already getting hard again, I hope you're ready to be fucked." We make it to my room and he grabs me and turns me, kissing me hard. He backs me to the bed and removes his belt from my hands before pushing me back on the bed.

His eyes look predatory, and I love it. He crawls onto me and kisses me, then works his way down my jaw, "tell me what you want, you have two more holes I'd love to fuck tonight."