Page 21 of The More the Merrier

I skimmed the clause and muddled through the legalese, but with every word the intention and implications became clearer. My eyes widened and my heart pounded like a bongo drum in my chest, but I knew what I had to do. I couldn't sign this. Not only was it the most fucked up thing I'd ever read, I was certain it couldn't possibly be legal, and it gave me the answer I'd been looking for. Without thinking or giving myself time to second guess, I hit reply, and in three short sentences I quit my damn job. As soon as I hit send I slammed my laptop shut, and the enormity of what I'd done hit me.

My heart started racing and I gasped for air, my palms got sweaty and my knees felt weak. I desperately wanted to make it to my bedroom and fall down onto the bed between Logan and Noelle, but I knew that if I tried to stand up, I'd fall right back down, so instead I put my head between my legs, closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. When my heart slowed to a reasonable pace, I lifted my head, but I didn't move from the table.

My heart may have stopped racing but my brain was going a million miles a minute. Had I done the right thing? Had I acted too hastily? Should I have contacted a lawyer? Talked it over with Noelle and Logan first? Did I have any legal recourse? How long before my insurance lapsed? Would I lose my 401k?

I was zoning out so hard I didn't hear Logan until he spoke.

"Hey, babyboy, why do you look… like that?"

I jerked my head up to find him standing directly in front of me holding a mug of coffee with his head cocked to the side and a quizzical expression on his face.

"Daddy," I croaked, melting when I saw him.

He rushed to me and knelt beside me so that we were at eye level. "What's wrong, babyboy?"

"I just quit my job."

Logan blinked, his jaw dropping as he stared at me, opening and closing his mouth like a fish as he searched for something to say. Finally he grabbed my head and cradled it to his chest. "Are you okay? What happened?"

I whimpered. Now that he was here I finally felt like I could breathe, and I just wanted to drink in his closeness and be comforted by his presence. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said as the guilt began to settle.

Logan pulled back, gripping my face in his hands and gave a quick and decisive shake of his head. "None of that, babyboy. I don't know what happened, but I'm certain you didn't do anything wrong." He took my hand and pulled me to my feet, leading me over to the couch.

Logan sat in the center and pulled me against him, cradling me in his arms. "Tell Daddy what happened."

I melted against him, but when I tried to speak, I couldn't. There were too many swirling thoughts and only one thing made sense. Turning, I draped myself across his lap, twisting so that my head was resting in my hands and my groin was pressed against his, with my ass upturned.

"Ah!" he exclaimed when I basically dove into an OTK position. “Did you need help talking?"

Bobbing my head up and down, I waited. It wasn't about punishment or sex, but Logan knew just what to do and say to settle my nerves.

With swift hands, he pulled down the waistband of my pajama pants. The cool air hit my bottom and I shivered. Logan began to lightly massage my buttocks and I felt my body relax.

"Daddy," I whispered.

"Tell me what happened, babyboy."

"They sent an email requiring everyone to sign a new morality clause before the new year. This one was probably worse than the one I signed originally. If I had just agreed and signed it, I'd have automatically been in violation of it. I really had no choice. Well, maybe,… maybe I should have contacted a lawyer and tried to fight it. I'm pretty sure it wasn't legal. But I don't know… I just panicked and quit. I'd been thinking so much about how happy I was and contemplated quitting… it almost felt like a sign."

"Wow… that's crazy that they would do that… that they even think they have a right to." He kneaded the skin of my bottom and sent a shot of arousal straight to my cock. I wasn't really in the mood, but I couldn't help it. The man had magic hands. I moaned at his ministrations, and he stilled me with a smack to my ass. "Spread your legs," he commanded.

I obeyed without question.

He reached between them and gently cupped my balls. "Talk to Daddy. Let's get through all the thoughts and worries rattling around in your head."

I heaved a sigh, shuddering as I collected my thoughts. It was hard to concentrate with his hand on my balls. Not to mention every time I thought I had a thought together and might be ready to speak, he smacked my ass with his hand cupped, sending a slow, painful burn across my skin and a shot of need and hunger to my cock.

"I'm relieved," I finally admitted. "But also worried."

"Good boy. What else are you feeling?"

I paused and took stock. "Jealousy," I finally answered. "I wish I hadn't listened to my parents and spent so much on a college education only to end up in a job I hate in a field I'm not all that interested in. I wish I had chosen something more flexible and open minded, like what you or Noelle have."

"It's not—" Logan started to speak, but I cut him off.

"Too late to make a change, I know, I know. And you should know that's far easier to say than it is to do."

"It's three days until Christmas. You quit your job not thirty minutes ago. You want to know what to do? Give yourself some time."

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