3. Spencer
THREE
SPENCER
I can’t stand the fact that I’ve made her cry.
It’s a strange feeling, that I get when I look at Abby with her face tear-streaked, her perfect make-up destroyed. I don’t just want to fuck her, the way I normally do. It’s more than that — I want to reassure her, to do everything I can to make sure she’s okay.
This is all my fault. The initial check-ups and assessments were perfect, the doctors confirming what you could tell by just looking at Abby: she’s fertile and more than capable of having a child. After that good news, I pushed ahead. She’d signed the forms and I thought that was enough.
I was a selfish bastard who tried to rush her into this without making sure she was comfortable.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe, cradling her tear-stained face. Her eyes widen in surprise.
I can’t remember the last time I uttered those words. They’re not in my vocabulary, not in business, not in my personal life either.
Abby knows that, blinking up at me. “No, I’m sorry. I should have said something earlier when I started feeling upset today. I thought I could do this, sir.”
Something about her vulnerable admission that she’d hoped this could be more gives me confidence.
“You know, there is another way.”
“Oh?” Abby tilts her head up at me, sending that glossy dark hair over her shoulder.
I give in to the urge to run my hand through those strands, and it’s exactly as silken soft as I imagined it would be. I can hardly remember what I was about to suggest.
I trail my thumb over the soft pink of her lower lip and her eyes flutter shut.
“I think you and I might be compatible, Abby. Sexually compatible.”
She nods her head, just the slightest movement, and I watch her cheeks start to burn with heat.
“You agree?” I ask her, wondering if it’s as painfully obvious to her as it is to me. How much I need this girl, right now.
She just lets out a sigh. “Abby,” I growl, tilting her chin up with one rough hand spread over her jaw. I can feel the delicate race of her pulse just below the corner of her jaw. “Do you agree?”
She nods her head quickly but I shake mine. “Not good enough. I need you to tell me, Abby. Has that sweet pussy gotten wet for me?”
Her face is delightfully pink now, her teeth gnawing her plush lower lip.
I want to kiss the hell out of her mouth, but first I need an admission from her. If this whole thing is one-sided, it’s not going to work.
“I’ve wanted you since…” She pauses to think and I hold my breath in suspense, staring down at her creamy skin and imagining what she’ll look like once I’ve had my way with her.
“Ever since you started work at Thelion, sir. That whole first month I couldn’t even look at you because I thought it was so obvious.
That it was written all over my face. Then… ”
She pauses again, gulping in air.
“You hired me as your personal assistant. And I tried to quit right then. I knew it would be too much.”
“Yet you didn’t.”
My pulse starts to race with anticipation.
Her lips curve in a smile. “You did offer me quite a big raise.” She shakes her head.
“Accepting was selfish. I knew I couldn’t do a good job, not when I was so overwhelmed every time you were in the room.
It only got worse when I had to see you every day, sir…
” she trails off again. The suspense is killing me.
“What made you stay?”
She swallows hard, her delicate skin trembling under my hand.
“One day, I was about to quit, and I walked right to your office. It was late at night, just the two of us in the building. You were touching yourself. I heard you moan my name, sir.”
Fuck.
I can’t even recall how many times I’ve cum with Abby’s name on my lips. I wonder how long ago this was. If Abby had walked in at that moment, my self-control would have been in pieces. My cock twitches at the thought.
“At first, I thought there was someone else called Abby that you were talking about.”
I let out a huff of surprise between my lips.
“There’s no one else, Abby.”
“That day, it made me hope for the impossible. That maybe you did want me, too.”
Maybe.
As if there was a chance that I wouldn’t want this girl, that I could hold back from her.
‘There’s no maybe about this, Abby.”
I bend down and kiss her with bruising force.
When I pull back, Abby is looking up at me with liquid heat in her eyes and an expression of such hope on her face. Like she really has wanted this for as long as I have.
“Why did you agree to carry my baby? If you thought there was no chance of anything between us? That must have been hard for you.”
“I could see how serious you were, sir. How much it meant to you, to have a child. I wanted to help you.”
Abby’s not just perfect, not just effortlessly sensual, she has a heart of gold too. She was willing to sacrifice all that, to go through the pain of thinking I didn’t want her in this way, just for the sake of helping me.
“Fuck, Abby. You didn’t have to do this.”
“I want to make you happy, sir.”
And it might be selfish, but I want to take her up on that, right now.
I run my hands over my assistant’s curves, the dip of her waist, her flat stomach, her full breasts, and I imagine what she’s going to look like once I’ve bred her. Filling out with my seed.
“You know what would make me very happy right now, Abby?”
I drop to my knees, hiking her skirt up around her waist. She lets out a little shiver as I trail my hands over her silken skin.
I spread her open on that sterile medical bed and my assistant looks down at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glowing. Not with tears anymore, but with excitement.
I admire the dampness that’s formed in the center of her pale blue panties.
“Look at you, Abby. Already dripping for your boss.”
“Not the first time, sir,” she whispers.
I trace my fingers over her panties, feeling the plush fullness of her lips and her dripping center.
I don’t care that these doctors probably want their clinic back. They made her cry, and now I’m going to make it better.
“Abby, can I taste this pussy?”
“Please, sir.”
The breathy, husky tone of her voice makes my dick swell with need.
I run through a catalog of the times I’ve heard that voice while she’s been my assistant — I’m only starting to realize what an idiot I’ve been.
How many signals that I’ve thought were Abby’s dislike for me, which could have actually been desire.
I know it’s wrong, given the power imbalance between us. Given how much older than her I am. I just can’t bring myself to care, not in this moment.
I push down her panties, revealing the soft patch of hair above her glistening lips. She’s perfect, all creamy skin and pretty pink flesh. All I can see is her need for me, the physical evidence of her.
My cock starts to throb at the sight of it. So untouched and delicate. I let out a single, hard breath.
“How many men have you been with, Abby?”
“No one, sir. I’ve had one boyfriend who touched me down there, but I didn’t like it much.” She wrinkles her nose.
Fuck. Her pussy looks untouched because it is.
“Well, I’m going to make sure you like it when I do it.”
I wonder if she can tell how aroused I am, the way I’m straining to keep control.
“I believe you, sir.”
“You need to understand one thing first, Abby. As soon as I taste this fertile pussy, you’re not going to get much work done. You understand that? As soon as you let me have you, this is your priority?”
Her gaze becomes weighty, her eyes half-lidded, as I cup my hand over her pussy with gentle pressure.
She nods. “I know, sir.”
“Good.” I take one deep breath, the intoxicatingly sweet smell of her filling my nose. “Because I can’t wait to breed this pussy, Abby. And you’re going to give it to me everyday until you’re pregnant.”
She lets out a moan at that.
I dip my head to taste the moisture dripping from her perfect slit and Abby bucks her hips towards me.
“So sensitive, babygirl,” I murmur against her. I nuzzle my lips against her, making my way down to her pussy. I run my tongue around the edge of her hole, then slide a finger inside her.
“Oh, sir,” she gasps at the intrusion. She’s so tight that her pussy grips my finger as I slide it slowly in and out of her.
“Try to relax, Abby,” I say through gritted teeth.
My cock is threatening to burst through my pants.
Not only am I taking my 22-year-old assistant, she’s a virgin. A virgin who’s agreed to let me breed her.
I follow the folds of her to find her nub, taking it between my lips.
“Sir!” Abby yelps, a sweet, high-pitched cry of delight, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Her clit, her helplessly trembling muscles, her soft velvety skin, all of it is perfect and totally mine.
I swipe my tongue over her clit with the gentlest pressure and her muscles slowly relax around my finger. With effort, I slide another finger into her soaked hole, groaning at the sensation of her velvety walls squeezing around my hand.
“Mmm. Feel so full,” she gasps, her voice ragged. I can tell from the way she’s rolling her hips against me that she’s starting to like the sensation, chasing more friction.
Her body slackens, her muscles pulsing like crazy around my fingers, and I glance up at her face. Abby’s cumming all over my hand. And I’ve barely tasted her.
I don’t stop touching her. I speed up the pace with my fingers as she orgasms, determined to pull another orgasm from this sweet pussy and to taste her arousal this time.
Abby whines as I suck at her clit while my fingers stretch her open. She makes wordless, helpless noises with every single movement that I make. Every sound is music to my ears.
Who knew my shy assistant would be such a screamer? I don’t think she’s even aware she’s making these noises.
I suck harder at her clit and she cums hard, her hands twisting through my hair as her thighs shudder with pleasure on either side of my face.
I inhale her arousal, sweet and fresh as the first peach of summer, and it’s a high that I’m never going to forget.
Abby slackens on the table, her legs spread, giving me a perfect view of that glistening pink hole as I look down at her.
My cock is throbbing with irresistible need, and looking at Abby’s pussy, I have to do it.
I unbelt my pants in one smooth motion and position myself between her thighs. This is what we came here to do, after all.
I push my cock against the entrance of her pussy, without penetrating her. I don’t need to. All it takes is the feeling of her heat and moisture to push me over the edge.
“Fuck, Abby,” I groan as I spill all over her. I rub my cockhead up and down her slit to spread my cum all over her sensitive flesh.
Her eyes widen at the warm cream coating her, fluttering closed as she adjusts to the new sensation.
“Mmm, sir,” she says sleepily. “I like it.”
“Don’t worry, babygirl. There’s more where that came from.”
I kiss her forehead and push her hair back from her face, admiring how well-fucked she looks. This is the way she should always look. Ruined by my cock. Filled with my cum.
She lies back on the table, exhausted from her orgasms, my cum coating her pussy and her thighs.
I smooth the skirt of her dress over her hips to cover her and scoop her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, allowing me to carry her out of the room without so much as opening her eyes.
Abby falls asleep in the back of the car as we drive away from the clinic.
I resist the temptation to bring her back to my house. She was so upset before. Now she’s had her pussy eaten for the first time, and I can’t help but wonder if it was too much for her.
I feel a wave of guilt at what I’ve done to her, my innocent little assistant. She said she wanted this, but have I pushed her too far?