His Little One

Chapter 6

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His hand slipped out from under her skirt and placed a coated finger in his mouth, he stared into her eyes as he licked his fingers clean. Rosalinda's eyes widened at his actions.

Shying away; Rosalinda was quickly pulled back into his arms. "Let's get you home shall we. Little one?"

Rosalinda was still dazed to even speak. She ushered to the car, stationed not far from the bus stop. Luckily the chauffeur was listening to music as he jerked his phone from side to side; more engrossed in the game than his surroundings. Rosalinda was more than thankful for that.

When the car door slammed close the chauffeur jolted up and lost his phone in between the car seat. Nervously he clipped on his seat belt.

"Where to sir?" Her asked nervously.

For once her boss didn't have a scowl on his face; he simply pulled Rosalinda easily onto his lap, making sure to press her ass against his hard member. "Let's take Rosalinda here home."

The chauffeur nodded and raised the private visor up and began driving.

Squirming in his lap trying to slide off only made him tighten his grip on her waist. Rosalinda looked down at him and received a small peck on the lips from him and a glare.

"Keep moving and I swear I will fuck you in this car." He growled.

Rosalinda blushed and looked away from him. "Sir, we can't do this."

He released her and slid her beside him. Practically manipulating her movements like a doll, he positioned her sideways to face him. "We can't do what Rosalinda?"

Nervously she remained looking at him in the eyes. "You're in a committed relationship with Ms. Marsha. It wouldn't be fair to be doing this behind her back."

Her boss threw his head back and laughed. "Little one, there's nothing going on between me and her. It's just sex, she warms my bed, so what?"

This was the first time she heard him laugh, but it wasn't a heartwarming, it was cold and mechanical.

She now lowered her head ashamed. Rosalinda cavorted around with her boss in the open where anyone could have caught them, all while Marsha was probably waiting for him at their house. It wasn't right. In the heat of the moment she wasn't thinking about him and Marsha, she was thinking about was fulfilling a fantasy with a man she was infatuated with.

Rosalinda shook her head. "That's not right sir, and very disrespectful. She believes the two of you are more than sleeping partners. I don't want any part of this." She motioned between them with a hand.

His eyes narrowed. "And what exactly is this?" he mimicked her actions.

"I don't know what to call it, but it involves touching which I consider very intimate and can't happen again. I work for you sir, all I am to you is an employee and even if we were to become something beyond that, you have a reputation to maintain I don't want to soil something you worked so hard for." As if on cue the car slowed down in front of her building. Rosalinda climbed out the car with her damp bag out into the rain. 

Running into her building Rosalinda ran up the stairs and into her apartment. Happy to have some alone time to think she walked into her room and changed into a large shirt and slipped on a fresh pair of panties.

Flopping on her bed she sighed. "It was all supposed to be a fantasy. I didn't know this was going to happen."

Sleep was slowly taking over. But her mind and stomach continued to be a problem. Her stomach churned at the thought of her boss. How was he going act tomorrow since they had to spend the whole day cooped up in a room?