Page 20 of Baby Proposal
“My rules, not your whims.”
“It would work perfectly—”
One sweep of my arm and the pile of papers go crashing to the floor.
“What?”
I truly don’t know what I’m going to do as I lean down and pull her up. She squeaks as I sit her on my desk.
My face must be thunder, as she doesn’t protest as I arrange her, pushing her thighs open. My heart hammers as I see her white cotton knickers. You’d think I’d have gotten used to how arousing the little innocent underwear she has is. But no.
Am I going to take her here, on a solid wood desk at work? Really? I’m ready. She says she wants me to come. I need this…
But I want her to be pregnant, and in love with me, way more. And that means no selfish fucking her for the first time as a quicky in the office. I said I wouldn’t come until I could put a baby in her, and I bloody well meant it.
Doesn’t mean I can’t get revenge though.
Checking the camera, I ensure she’s completely out of sight. Then I arrange myself in the chair, arms spread out, seemingly relaxed.
Just out of shot, I cup her pussy.
Ideal.
“This is mine.” I press the heel of my hand onto her mons. “And you will be a good girl for me.”
Whatever else happens, she’s my wife, she’ll have my child. That’s enough ownership for me, and I’ll damn well take what I’m entitled to. Including making her come when I say so, and not giving in to any scheme she has to scupper my plan to knock her up.
She nods, eyes wide and a savage beast in my chest gives a roar of satisfaction.
“Now, can you be a good quiet girl while I finish this meeting?”
I school my features into a carefully neutral expression as I look at the computer monitor, unmute, and turn the video back on.
“Shall we continue?”
The meeting progresses and I finger my wife.
I’m not listening, or seeing the faces of my colleagues. Nope. All my attention is on the movement of my fingers between Adi’s legs. The feel of her soft, swollen parts. Those pink folds.
She’s almost silent. Almost. But she’s shifting and pulsing beneath my touch. That little nub is swelling and getting harder and it’s tempting to keep at it hard. I could push her into a quick orgasm.
Or I could torment her for longer, as she meant to do to me. Minx. She vibrates with frustration as my fingers slip from her clit, downwards to her entrance. And though I’ve had my fingers in her before, it’s like the first time all over again as I press into that snug wet passage. Hot, too. She feels amazing.
I’m pretending I’m doing this to punish her, and I’m more interested in the meeting. Keeping my expression totally impassive, I ensure my girl is out of shot but dangerously close to revealing everything. Or so she thinks.
My gaze is trained on the corner of the screen where if she shifted too far she’d appear in the video, and my ears are listening for anything. My mouse is hovered over the mute and off buttons. She wants to play with fire? Absolutely. But I’m here with a bucket of water, because only I get to see and hear Adi come.
“Yes, do it,” I reply when I’m asked about an idea for a new advert.
It’s not for them, that reply. It’s for Adi, and she knows it. Her clit throbs in response.
I’m far more positive than usual, and I can see several rectangles of baffled expressions on screen. I think I agree to proceed with a couple of projects because I’m too distracted by the feel of Adi’s soft pussy to say anything but yes. I rock my thumb over her clit as I stroke two fingers into her passage the way I know she likes it. I want to get her off, hard. Something she’ll remember. She’s so tight and wet, and knowing I did that to her makes my dick just as hard as her mouth on me.
Then there’s her gaze. I can feel it burning into my temple.
It sounds implausible, but despite my having had my face between her legs every night, this is just as intimate. Not looking at her, not hearing any of her usual moans and whimpers, and barely touching has forced me to take the smallest of cues. It’s testing the limit of our connection, and finding that it’s stronger than I realised.
She’s nearly there. Her thigh shakes against my forearm.
