Page 18 of The Jealous Boss

He withdraws his fingers, and again I wait, equal parts terrified and turned on, wondering what he’ll do next. My chest feels as if it might explode, and I realize I’m holding my breath.

Before I can exhale, there’s a sharp sting as his hand makes contact with my ass. I cry out, and he hits me again. Despite the pain, despite my uncertainty about this new side of Drew, I’m wet.

So fucking wet.

“Good girl,” he croons. “Mygood girl.” He spanks me again, slightly lower, his palm making contact with my pussy. “So yummy, so perfect. I can’t wait to taste you. Can’t wait to feel you come against my face.”

“Please,” I beg, hating how needy I sound.

“Please,what?” he demands, spanking me again.

I can’t help it—I whimper. “Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”

The blows stop. I try to slow my breathing, try to regain some semblance of control. But at Drew’s next words, I understand that I’m not in control—not in the least.

“Get up, baby. I need you on the bed. But first—strip.”

ChapterEight

Drew

I’m goingto make this little girl my wife. She’s pure perfection. At my command, she slides off my lap and then oh so slowly lifts her dress, inch by inch. My cock strains against my zipper at her little show.

No bra, and I already took her panties. So when she finally,finallyslips her dress over her head, she’s totally bare. Exactly as I want her.

My eyes drink her in. A proposal is on the tip of my tongue. But I want to do this right, which means with the ring. So I bite back the question, only saying, “Good girl.”

Her cheeks flush as she climbs up onto the bed without making me ask a second time. Fucking. Perfection. So obedient, so eager to please.

And yet I know my gorgeous girl—outside of the bedroom, she’s her own woman. Confident. Capable. Self-assured. Butinsidethe bedroom, she’s all mine to do with as I please.

And I will—because that’s what she needs. But first I need to get her past this silly notion that there’s something wrong with her. And I need to make her tight, little hole ready to take my cock.

So I remove my shirt and socks but leave my jeans on. At this, Anna’s pretty little mouth turns down. My God, she’s even sexy when she’s pouting. I can tell it’s killing her not to say anything, but she doesn’t voice her disappointment, merely presses her teeth into her full lower lip in the way that always drives me crazy. My resolve to wait—both to fuck her and to propose—wavers.

“On your back, baby,” I order, voice strained.

To my delight, she murmurs, “Yes, Daddy,” and then quickly obeys.

And then my hungry hands are all over her. Mapping her curves and arranging her against the pillows until she’s laid out exactly as I want, reclining, legs spread.

“Fuck, baby. You’re a goddamn work of art.”

“I’m glad you like, Daddy,” she says, the final syllable turning into a moan as I suck on a rosy nipple.

Fuck. I’ve spent so many long nights desperate to know whether she’d feel as good as she appeared on my cameras. And my God, she is. My hands will never get enough of her curves, not in a million years. She’s round and soft in all the right places, exactly as a woman should be.

I can’t wait to breed her. I only regret that it can’t happen sooner. But she’s so close to obtaining her degree that knocking her up tonight isn’t an option. No matter how much I’d like for it to be.

The monster wasn’t at all pleased when she went on the pill a few months back. But as she wasn’t dating anyone and it’s reasonable for a young woman to seek more control over her cycles, I put it out of my mind.

Now, well… While it’s a relief that I won’t have to pull out or use protection, it’s also bittersweet. Because I don’t just want tofuckmy nanny, I want children with her, a family, alife.

A life together that begins tonight. Right fucking now.

“Lift your hips, honey.”

As before, she hurries to obey, arching her back, feet planted on the mattress as I slide a pillow beneath her ass. There.NowI have her exactly as I want her, and not a moment too soon.

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