Chapter 18

Two weeks later

Morgan

I hadn't stayed at my apartment a single night since Hunter had ‘invited' me to live with him.

Which meant my kitties, Sherlock and Holmes, had been moved to live in Hunter's penthouse too.

I'd been awfully proud and fought him every step of the way, which had only earned me a sore bottom and an even sorer bottom hole.

To say he made liberal use of that plug was an understatement.

I argued that it was my home, that I'd worked hard to earn that shitty little apartment, but he wasn't hearing any of it. He thought it was his job to take care of me, and spoil me, plus it wasn't safe.

It didn't help that there had been a sudden string of muggings in the area either.

One night, he'd plugged my bottom, spanked my pussy, and put me to bed wet and needy just like he'd threatened to do several times before. I'd tossed and turned all night, and he'd finally shown me mercy the next morning by punishing my pussy with his cock.

I'd come so hard I'd nearly cried. It had hurt, but it had been utterly delicious at the same time.

I fidgeted in my seat just thinking about it.

In the end, I'd finally agreed to stay with him for a little while, and I wasn't too sure that it wasn't a dream. Honestly, he'd been so sweet with my kitties that my heart had melted a little bit.

He was a good man.

Maybe staying with him was a good thing.

Maybe that meant we were more than a little something.

But… I shouldn't get my hopes up yet. It wasn't like we could take our relationship public, if that was what this even was, especially not with the clusterfuck that was Hunter's uncle.

There still was no news of him being found. For all we knew, he'd escaped and fled the country. There were no signs or evidence that indicated his whereabouts, but it was difficult to navigate the overwhelming news coverage that surrounded Hunter and his company.

We'd been working tirelessly to change the narrative. Despite all of our efforts, including an incredible tech conference and several photo opportunities of his charitable efforts, his company stock prices had fallen a little bit, but as time went on, they'd appeared to slowly be recovering. Now, they were almost back to normal.

It honestly put me more at ease.

I gazed at him with a happy sigh, trying to bring my distracted mind back to the present.

This was a special moment.

Hunter had reserved a corner table on the rooftop patio of one of the most popular restaurants in Seattle—Montgomery Steakhouse. It was so romantic. Twinkling lights and lush flowers decorated the railings, and flickering candles dotted the tables. Couples talked in hushed tones all around us, but it felt private all the same.

I couldn't have asked for anything more.

"What are you thinking about, naughty girl?" Hunter asked, glancing at me from across the table.

I blushed, dared a single peek at him and then looking back down towards the table. He laughed, the dark sound making my insides quiver. I squirmed, more than a little embarrassed. Without a word, he stood up, came around the table, and lifted me up from my chair by the back of my neck.

I gave a little gasp, but then he grabbed my hair in his fist and kissed me hard. His tongue tangled with mine, possessing me, and when he pulled back, he leveled me with a knowing look.

"How am I supposed to enjoy dinner with you when you're looking at me like you need my cock right here at the table," he murmured.

"I don't know," I sighed, kissing him deeply one more time.

"Behave, my needy little slut, before I decide to take you back to my car and take care of you as I see fit," he threatened, and I smirked in his direction.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," I murmured, which earned me a delightfully heated look from him before he placed me back down in my chair and went back to his seat.

"You're lucky you're not sitting on a bright red bottom right now, naughty girl," he grinned, but his threat wasn't serious. Instead, he gazed at me with a warm expression. "You've done so well managing my PR campaign. I don't know what I would have done without you. The way you've managed to swing the story towards my charitable contributions and innovative technologies has been incredible."

I beamed at him. "You deserve it. You're a great boss."

Hunter smiled and reached out, taking my hand and rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. I sighed happily, the heat boiling in the pit of my core.

"That's not all I want to be to you, my beautiful girl."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You're a beautiful person, inside and out, and I don't want to ever let you go."

"What are you saying?" I gasped, shocked, scared, and more than a little excited by the words coming out of his mouth.

"I want you to move in with me, sweetheart. Officially. We've already discussed how your apartment isn't safe for you while you were over my knee getting your bottom spanked bright red, haven't we?" he asked pointedly, and my blush deepened further.

"Yes, sir," I gasped, biting my lip anxiously as images of that exact scene flashed through my mind once again.

"I'm not asking you to move in with me, my beautiful girl. I'm telling you that you're moving in with me."

"But what if someone finds out? It would be terrible news for your company, especially now with all the news surrounding your uncle's escape from prison, your falling stock prices, and everything else. You can't have the news break that you're fucking one of your employees too, not right now," I protested, and he cleared his throat, his eyes darkening with warning.

"I'm not just fucking you," he growled dangerously. "This is about so much more than that. I love you. I think you're an amazing woman. I want to take care of you, spoil you, and give you the world, and I'm not taking no for an answer. Tomorrow, I'll send someone for your things, but your time in that apartment is over."

"You love me?" I asked, my mind short-circuiting on that single part of the conversation.

"Yes, my beautiful girl."

My heart pounded so wildly, I thought I might pass out.

"I love you too," I breathed, and his face broke out into a huge grin.

"Is that a yes then?" he asked.

"I thought I wasn't going to get a choice," I teased, and he smirked.

"You're not," he confirmed. "It was simply a matter of whether or not I was going to take my belt off when I took you home tonight."

I flushed scarlet.

"I love that color on you," he praised, making me blush even deeper.

"Stop it," I begged.

"Never. Not when it comes to you. Now, eat your dinner, sweetheart."

I turned my attention to the dinner in front of me. I had chosen a delicate sea bass that was cooked to utter perfection and resting on a bed of sautéed greens with a light, citrus-infused sauce. Each bite left me groaning with absolute delight.

As we continued our meal, the waiter stopped by our table to check in on us.

"Everything is excellent, thank you," Hunter said, smiling at the attentive service.

A moment later, to our surprise, the waiter returned with a bottle of chilled champagne and a decadent piece of chocolate cake.

"Compliments of the chef," he announced, pouring the sparkling wine into our glasses with practiced ease before he slid the cake in front of me. The cake was rich and indulgent, topped with a delicate chocolate garnish.

Hunter raised his glass, offering a toast. "To new beginnings," he said, his gaze locking with mine.

I clinked my glass against his, the sound crisp in the quiet of the restaurant. "To new beginnings," I echoed, feeling a surge of excitement and desire.

We each took a sip of champagne. The bubbles tickled my nose, and I smiled.

"I think I could get used to this," I murmured, and he leaned across the table, capturing my hand with his.

"So could I, my beautiful girl. So could I."

"So, tomorrow." I cleared my throat. "You're supposed to volunteer at the orphanage, right?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

"I want to go with you. If that's okay, I mean."

He smiled broadly. "I would love for you to come with me. I can't wait to introduce you to the kids."

I grinned in return, but my smile must have faltered.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Did something I say make you sad?"

"No, it's just…" I began.

"Tell me," he insisted.

"It's just that you have so much to give," I said, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "And I have nothing."

"That's not true," he replied.

"Isn't it?" I countered, and he cleared his throat before he leveled me with a stern look.

"That is enough, sweetheart," he admonished. "Do not ever speak of yourself like that again. You are beautiful, smart, kind, and incredibly generous. You have more to give than you realize."

"You really think so?" I whispered, my disbelief more than apparent in my tone. I chewed my lip.

"I know so," he said, his stance strong.

I was quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in.

"That's not what's really bothering you, is it?" he pressed, and I dipped my head, hiding my face.

"It's just… I can't… I don't know if I can have children," I answered.

"Is that all?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered, horrified that this simple fact would make him pull away from me and want to end this.

"Tell me about what you've been told," he pressed gently, his voice warm and comforting.

"Well, there's a cyst on my ovary. They told me I may never be able to conceive, or that even if I did, the risk would be great," I began, but my voice tapered off towards the end, my worry that he would decide to put an end to us suddenly more than a little overwhelming.

The only person that knew about my condition was my best friend Zara. It was something neither of us ever talked about, and it was the last thing I thought I'd be talking about with Hunter tonight.

"Thank you for trusting me enough to share that with me, sweetheart. I appreciate you opening up to me. It's not something that needs to be a worry of yours, not with me. Having you means the world to me. Maybe one day, if it's something you want, we can talk about adopting one of the children from the orphanage. There's plenty of children in need of a good home."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Of course, sweetheart. You are the most important person in my life. Nothing else matters but that. Not one single thing. You could tell me the sky was falling, and all I would care about was that you were safe in my arms," he explained, and I dropped my head.

Even though he was being remarkably sweet about it, I still couldn't shake the feeling of being less than a whole woman.

He cleared his throat. "Put it out of your mind, my beautiful girl, before I make you put it out of your mind."

"Yes, sir," I mumbled, the flush of arousal creeping over my face and down my neck at the insinuation in his tone.

"Good girl," he said, and I knew I had pleased him. "Now, reach beneath that pretty green dress, take off your panties, and hand them to me."

My eyes went wide, and my heart rate kicked up a notch.

"We're in a restaurant," I protested. "You can't be serious."

"You'd better hurry before someone walks by," he countered. "Your panties. Now."

His stern, commanding tone made my core ache.

"But—" I tried once more.

"I don't need to tell you what's going to happen when we get home if you continue to disobey me. If need be, I can take you out to my car right now."

I gulped. "You wouldn't."

"I would," he replied, his eyes narrowing and his face hardening into a stony expression.

Knowing I didn't have a choice, I reached beneath my skirt, slowly pushing my panties down my thighs, using the tablecloth as cover. Once they were past my knees, I wiggled just enough so that they fell down to my feet. I kicked out of them and quickly brought them up, blushing furiously as I handed them over.

"Such a good girl," he praised, and I preened a little at his words as he pushed my panties into his pocket. "The spanking you're going to get in the car won't be nearly as hard as it could have been, but it's still going to sting."

"Yes, sir," I whispered, blushing furiously at his promise.

"Good," he nodded. "Now, eat up. You're going to need your strength. After all, we've got a long night ahead of us."

"Hunter," I breathed, my cheeks flushed with anxious arousal, and his piercing blue eyes leveled with mine.

"My beautiful, needy little slut, we both know that your sweet cunt gets soaking wet whenever I redden your bottom, even if it hurts. Maybe even especially because it hurts."

I bit my lip, squirming in my chair, his words hitting the mark.

"Finish up. It's time for me to take you home," he growled, and I bit back a moan. I swallowed several bites of chocolate cake past the lump in the back of my throat before I washed it down with a few gulps of champagne. When I was done, he offered his hand, and I took it. He guided me through the restaurant and into the back seat of the car, his palm landing a quick, stinging swat across my ass that had me gasping as we walked.

Once we were in the car, Hunter wasted no time. He yanked me over his lap and pulled up my skirt, exposing my bottom just as the driver closed the car door. His big palm smacked my ass a couple of times, warming up the skin, and I gasped, wiggling in his hold.

"Keep still," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," I answered, doing my best to keep my hips from grinding into his muscular thigh, but it was hard, and when he started spanking me, I did it again, earning myself several breath-stealing swats to the tops of my thighs. I quickly learned that those stung more than all the rest. I bit my lip as his arm wound around my waist, pinning me in place, and I held my breath, knowing what I had coming was going to hurt, yet being excited about it all the same.

My pussy tightened in anticipation.

His palm swatted a dozen times across my cheeks. He stopped every now and then to rub the sting out of my flesh. It was just enough pain to leave me wet and needy, the sting radiating through my skin and into the very core of me. I breathed in and then I did something that I didn't quite understand.

"Harder," I breathed. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"What's that?" Hunter asked.

"More. Please," I whimpered.

"Naughty girl," he admonished, his fingers trailing between the cheeks of my bottom and teasing along my tight pucker. "Do you need me to take control? To redden your bottom so thoroughly that you cry out for mercy?"

"Yes, sir," I whimpered, my clit throbbing like it had developed its very own heartbeat.

"You should know that I'm not going to stop when you beg, naughty girl. I'm going to spank you as long and as hard as I think you need."

"Please," I whispered. Deep down, a part of me wanted to know what it would be like, what would truly happen when he took complete and utter control.

His hand landed several more times, and the pain grew, my skin heating, turning a deeper shade of pink as his hand rose and fell, and soon my hips were wriggling across his lap as much as his tight grip would allow, and my hands were clawing at the seat.

Before long, the scalding sting overwhelmed me. He didn't stop spanking me, painting from the tops of my cheeks all the way to the middles of my thighs. Panic welled up and I began to beg, but true to his word, he didn't listen.

"This is what you wanted," he reminded me, his voice rough and gravelly. "For me to take complete control. To take your will away, to spank you as hard as you need to be spanked, isn't it?"

"Yes," I whimpered, the tears welling up in my eyes and threatening to spill.

"You can cry, sweetheart. Let it out," he murmured, rubbing the sting into my blazing hot flesh, and then continuing to spank me, his palm turning my bottom bright red as my legs began to kick.

He smacked my bare ass harder, faster, and right when I was on the cusp of tears, he paused and slid his finger between my thighs.

I knew what he would find.

My arousal.

I was soaking wet, and I knew it.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured. "You are such a dirty, needy little slut, aren't you? I'm not done with you, not even close."

His thick digits slid over my clit. I cried out as he teased my pussy and then withdrew his fingers.

"Please," I whimpered, desperate for relief.

"I know," he crooned, sliding two thick fingers over my clit, over and over, teasing me until I started bucking over his thighs. Just when I was about to go over the edge, he removed his fingers.

I was on the verge of tears.

"Not yet, sweetheart," he crooned.

He rubbed my ass a little, his fingers delving into the cleft of my bottom, teasing my asshole for just a moment until I was breathless with want. My face flamed, and I tried my best to ignore it.

"Do you want to come?" he asked, and I moaned.

"Yes sir, please," I begged.

"Then you're going to come with a finger in your bottom like my filthy little whore should," he said darkly, and a shiver of arousal coursed down my spine.

"Please," I begged.

"Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart," he said, his voice deep and gruff, and I did.

"Good girl," he praised, and he began spanking my ass again, each swat landing hotter and harder than all the rest. Finally, he used one hand to spread my bottom cheeks open, and I instantly hid my face in my hands, too embarrassed to say anything in response.

"You should know, this is going to hurt," he warned, and then he roughly forced a single finger into my bottom without using any lube.

The stretching burn was worse than I remembered, and I keened, my asshole clenching around his thick digit over and over again as the pain rolled through me in one terrible wave after the next. When it finally passed, I breathed a sigh of relief, only for his other hand to dive between my thighs once more.

This time, when his fingers brushed against my clit, I gasped, realizing I was already on the cusp of orgasm.

"That's right. Come like the filthy little slut you are," he demanded, his voice harsh and guttural. He began fucking my asshole with his fingers, while at the same time, his other hand was stroking my pussy, and soon, I was shaking, trembling as I came so hard that stars burst behind my eyelids. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my toes curled, blazing fire tumbling through my veins as I drowned in one wave of exquisite ecstasy after the next.

I shuddered through the last of my climax, panting for breath and whimpering as he continued to toy with me, his finger in my bottom making it even more intense.

"Please," I whimpered again, and he slowly pulled his finger free, giving my ass a playful pat.

"That's my good girl," he praised. "Now, when we get home, you're going to go straight into the bedroom where I want you naked, ready and waiting for my cock."

"Yes, sir," I answered, still stunned from the intensity of my orgasm.

"Good girl."

A little while later, the driver pulled to a stop in front of his building, and Hunter guided me inside the private entrance, into the elevator, and up to his private suite. The second the doors opened, I hurried to his bedroom and did as he'd commanded, stripping off my clothes and bending over his bed.

I looked over my shoulder when he entered. He grinned approvingly as he walked into the room.

My thighs trembled as I waited for him, listening to the sound of him unclasping his belt and lowering his zipper behind me. He took a step closer towards me, his cock gliding through my soaked folds, the tip catching on the entrance of my pussy. I gasped as he thrust forward, filling me all the way to the hilt, stretching my aching cunt with his thick cock.

I screamed from the very first thrust.

I didn't care who heard us, or that it was too rough, too much, too intense, too everything.

All I cared about was him.

Us.

Me.

Him.

This.

And that I wanted so much more of it.

His cock stroked over my g-spot with each thrust, and his hand wound into my hair, holding me in place as his teeth grazed my shoulder, nipping and marking my skin.

I couldn't get enough.

He thrusted hard and fast, pounding into me like he'd lost all control, and I screamed, clawing at the sheets.

"Come, naughty girl," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Come now."

"Yes!" I screamed, my pussy pulsing as another orgasm ripped through me, brutally hard and without mercy.

He wasn't far behind, and I felt his cock pulse as his hot seed filled my womb.

The night was fucking perfect.