8. Anything I Want

8

ANYTHING I WANT

NICO

I woke up in the dark, disoriented. Someone shifted in the bed with me, and the memories came rushing back.

How I'd bent over for him on the stairs. The spanking. God, that felt good! The stinging warmth on my skin made my slick flow and cock tingle. He'd spanked my pectorals, all over my nipples, and my milk had squirted out of me. It hadn't hurt at all, but it had caused me to lactate so intensely I'd felt swollen and tender, ready to explode.

And then I did explode. The milk sprayed out of me every time I came on his cock.

I couldn't believe I called myself his dirty slut in front of him. But he liked that. His eyes blazed when I said it, and he fucked me even harder.

When I nursed him afterward, I thought of his cum in me. Imagining he'd gotten me pregnant. The idea made me so content that I fell asleep.

What had happened to me? Who was this lustful creature I'd turned into?

A broad hand slid up my side and over my ribs. I lay facing him, my head on his upper arm instead of a pillow. He caressed the underside of my pec with his knuckles.

"Sir?" I whispered. What did I want to ask him? Is this real? Are we going to do this again? Do you know I'm in love with you?

"It's late, sweetheart. You can sleep."

I kissed the base of his throat. I was wide awake. We needed to talk. I should be insisting on a serious conversation about the future of my employment, our relationship… My very existence depended on him.

But he palmed my pec and squeezed gently.

"You're swollen again."

No, I didn't want to talk at all.

Instead of answering, I lay on my back and cupped my chest, showing him how full of milk I was.

We didn't say anything else. He licked and suckled on my nipples, changing sides, then began sucking with purpose. As always, the pull of his mouth made me hard and slick. He threw the covers aside and settled between my spread legs, not letting go of my nipple.

I lifted my knees to offer him my body, hoping he wanted the same. His cock inside my hole and his mouth on my chest were the greatest relief.

No talking. Just this. His muted growls and my groans of pleasure.

He fucked me slowly, shallowly, since he couldn't get a better angle while simultaneously sucking my milk, but it was enough.

I began coming, and it simply continued, intensifying in waves, a never-ending stream of bliss, until I was moaning and whispering breathlessly.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you. I love your cock so much. Thank you for fucking me. Please, don't stop. I'll do anything you want. Sir. I'm yours. My milk is yours. Thank you for… Aaah!"

The climax rose again, and I lost the ability to form words. Charles said something, but I didn't hear him over the thundering noises in my head.

Then I lay there, my pecs empty and my hole full, and I could have disintegrated from the sheer happiness of the moment.

"I mean it, Nico. I'll do anything."

What? What was he talking about?

Braced above me, his hard cock still in me, he stroked my hip and my belly, then lingered on my chest, rubbing his palm over my nipples.

"Say something, sweetheart."

I gathered my scattered thoughts. "I…don't understand, sir."

"Tell me what you need me to do."

"What…?"

I wasn't following. I tingled all over, my heart beating fast.

"Nicolas, I want to keep you. Those months when you were gone, at home with your baby, were the worst of my life. I want you with me all the time."

"We see each other every day. I work for you."

He made a sound, an annoyed grunt, as he pulled out of me and rolled to the side. "Don't you think I know that? Why do you think it took me three years to finally give in to my desire? I was trying to do the right thing! Like some lecherous creep, I hid in the bathroom every other day and jerked off to the visions of my young assistant. The HR department would have my balls if they knew. Then you got pregnant, and that belly. I wanted to fuck you so bad, Nico. I wanted to hold your beautiful stomach and bury myself in your body and never let go."

My mind was reeling. How did we get from having sex to having this conversation in a matter of seconds?

"Why did you never say anything?"

"Sometimes we call that harassment."

"But this week…"

"You broke my self-control. Your nipples under that wet shirt…" He sighed. "So now, I need you to tell me. What do I do so I get to keep you?"

It was hard to think with his cum leaking out of my body.

"I'll do anything you want," he whispered, sounding desperate. Wasn't that my line? But from him, it wasn't a part of a game.

"You want to keep having sex in your office between meetings?"

He propped himself on his elbow by my side and glowered down at me. "Why not? It's worked amazingly well so far."

"It has. But now I'm behind on my tasks."

"I'm sorry." He did sound contrite even as his grip on me made it clear he didn't regret a thing. I didn't regret it either.

"Nico."

"Yes, sir?"

"It seems I need to make myself clear."

He sat up and hit a light switch. The lamp on the nightstand came to life, illuminating an old-fashioned alarm clock that showed a few minutes before three. Charles scooped me up and positioned me sideways on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. I squirmed while my ass leaked what felt like a gallon of cum and slick onto his thighs, but he hugged me and held my gaze.

"Just sit and listen, please."

I bit my lip and nodded for him to continue.

"I love you, Nico. I tried not to, but it can't be helped. I want to spank you and fuck you over my desk every day, yes. But I also want to get to know your kid and take you both on a vacation and just…be a part of your life. I love you, and I want you to be mine."

His confession left me speechless. I gazed at his handsome face, his fierce eyes, and his determined frown, which deepened the creases on his forehead.

"I will never find a better assistant. But if that's what it takes, then you're fired. I'll marry you instead."

I couldn't help it—I laughed. "Charles, how about we talk about this during the day? It's three in the morning."

He rolled his eyes, resting his head against the wall. "I guess I'm impatient."

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" I snuggled up to his warm body. He loved me, and that was all I needed to know.

He dug his fingers into my arm. "You'll tell me tomorrow? How am I to sleep now?"

"You know I'm yours already," I whispered. "Now sleep."

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath. "Thank heavens."