Under My Boss's Direction

Adjusting his grip to one that was further up my arms, he pulled me down closer to the edge, until my ass was nearly hanging off of it, which was exactly where he wanted me. Meeting no resistance on my part, my master positioned my body just the way he liked.

My ankles were pressing down against his shoulders and my hands were braced over my head, giving him absolute control of the situation. He began stroking the beautiful head of his cock against my sensitive pussy lips, just to make sure I was ready to receive, my master a good and gentle one.

“Does your pussy want my cock?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I whispered. “It wants it so bad.”

He eased his way inside, my pussy adjusting as I got used to being filled up so completely. His was the only cock I ever wanted. I would be with him or no one, for the rest of my life. That was all there was to it. Fortunately, I had no intention of ever being away from him again.

With an impeccable sense of timing, my beautiful master worked me just right, fucking me slow when I needed it, and hard as soon as I could handle it. He was repaying my trust in him with wonderful sex, filling me with more joy than I’d ever imagined possible.

And he filled me with something else that was unexpected. I had been so caught up in the moment and the ecstatic sensations coursing through my being that I didn’t immediately notice when Seth’s massive load flooded into my pussy.

We hadn’t really thought to use condoms, and I wasn’t on any kind of birth control.

I looked at him, a question in my eyes, and he simply smiled.

“I want to fill you with all of me,” he said. “And I want to put a baby in you.”

“Okay, master,” I told him, surprising myself by liking the idea.

“We are going to be together forever,” he said, planting gentle kisses on my cheeks, his cock still deep inside me, for good.

Epilogue

Jonna

ONE YEAR LATER

Seth and I married in late spring, with all the warmth and colors nature could provide. Restrictions had lifted so that we were able to have an outdoor, socially distant wedding, in which the wedding party and all our guests wore masks. We set up folding chairs in two even rows before a movable flower arch.

An unforeseen advantage to the venue was the number of guests it allowed for, especially considering the sheer number of the guests who were there. Seth seemed to invite every member of every band he’d ever signed.

My side of the aisle looked dinky by comparison. They earned their keep, however, by helping out with decorations, programs and favors. And Seth’s side was equally eager to shower us with a summer festival’s worth of performances planned for the reception, each of the bands housed in the rented bandstand.

I knew most of them by sight, though everyone was on their best behavior, with even the Metal bands opting for tuxedos. I wouldn’t have missed their performances for the world. I loved their music; plus, the image of a Metal band dressed like a philharmonic was just too funny to pass up.

“Ready for this?” Stephanie asked, closing the tent flap behind her.

“Of course,” I told her.

I had never been more ready for anything in my life.

“Let’s go get ‘em, tiger,” she said, taking me by the hand.

I was really glad to have Stephanie as the Maid of Honor. It felt better knowing that she had my back, in every sense of the word.

There was no confusion about whether I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Seth, or ‘make it official.’ I just knew we would be together forever, and that getting married was the next natural and most wonderful step to take.

After all, we had already become parents together. It hadn’t taken long at all for Seth to put a baby in me, and for me to have him. And what a beautiful baby he was. Nine months had passed faster than I thought possible and by now we had been a family of three for an addition few months.

As the organ started up with an especially peppy rendition of the Bridal March, I took a breath and stepped out unto the breach. The tent flaps were held open by two groomsmen, recruited from the deep ranks of Metal bands.

My wedding dress moved around me like a cloud in a dream. In place of my usual collar, I wore a different one, made out of white satin to go with my dress, decorated with a 19th century cameo broach.

At the end of the green aisle, beneath an arch of orchids, my master waited, to make me truly his. Our newborn was currently being shared between his two sets of happy grandparents who sat in the front row.