Down Under

I hook my hands around his neck. “I’m yours, Daddy. I belong to you, forever.”

Brian sucks in a sharp breath, then rams me, spilling warm heat into my pussy that she greedily swallows up. I’m still shaking in the wake of my own orgasm, watching intently as he rides out his. I tighten my grip on his neck as his forehead drops to my shoulder.

“Fuck. That was...” He pants heavily. “Something else.”

“What do you mean?”

He wraps a hand around my throat, not so tight that it cuts off my breathing, but firmly enough that I know it’s intentional, that I belong to him, that he owns me. I touch his hand in solidarity. We’re in this now, the both of us, completely.

“When I’m inside you, it’s like I’m tapping into your soul. Don’t laugh, I know it sounds crazy.”

I touch his face. “I don’t think it’s crazy at all.”

He kisses my cheeks, my chin, my lips. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. I don’t ever remember it feeling this...intimate. It’s different. You’re different, Ruby. What we have here is—”

“Precious?”

Brian smiles. “Yes, that’s the right word for it.”

He shifts us onto our sides and then pulls me close. Somehow, his cock is still hard inside me. I nestle against him with my head tucked under his chin as he strokes my back.

“So,” he says, “how was my first day on the job?”

I nibble my lip and pretend I’m thinking really hard about his question.

“Technically, it’s not over yet.” I giggle and then yelp as he rolls us so that I’m on top.

“Look at you up there, little miss, thinking you’re the boss.”

“I am the boss of you, Daddy.” I brace my hands against his chest and start to rock. It’s strange, being in control of the thing buried deep inside me, but I like it.

A smile spreads across his handsome face as he grasps my hips.

“That’s my Ruby.”

Epilogue

One year later.

The thing I like most about working with numbers, is that they are reliable. You can add, subtract, divide and multiply to your heart’s content, and you’ll always end up with a result you can count on.

The thing I love about working for the largest, most successful banking firm in Sydney, is that I get to go to work with my best friend.

A knock on my open office door draws my attention from the spreadsheet in front of me. Liz pokes her head into the room. “Mrs. Murdoch, your husband’s on line one.”

“Thanks, Liz. Can you please shut the door?” It wouldn’t be the first time Liz overheard my husband’s detailed description of what he’d like to do to my body, but I try to keep her exposure to a minimum. She’s the best assistant anyone could ask for, and I don’t want to risk scaring her off.

When it became clear that I was going to have to use my office for actual work, Brian had a second office built with its own door to the playroom. We occasionally slip into the old office for naps and quickies, but we save the heavy stuff for our at-home playroom. The one there makes the office playroom look like a broom closet.

I answer the phone, “Hi, Daddy.”

His immediate response: “What are you wearing?”

“Why don’t you come in here and see for yourself?” I smooth the front of my loose silk dress over my rounded belly. It’s a small bump at just over twenty weeks, but I can’t stop touching it, and neither can Daddy.

“I’m up to my eyeballs in expense reports. Paint me a picture so I can get through the afternoon without bludgeoning someone.”

“Poor Daddy.” I massage the bottoms of my stockinged feet. “I’m wearing the blue silk dress from our last shopping spree, plus the cream stockings.”