His Unexpected Baby by Jamie Knight

Chapter Twenty-Three - Simon

The feeling was new but in a nice way. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken up next to Skye, but it felt like it was. Something had changed between us but in the best possible way. We had passed the final real signpost on the way to a Dom/submissive relationship and were still as strong as ever.

I was amazed to find myself wanting to marry her. Not because I had a fear of commitment or any other such bullshit. I just hadn’t ever met anyone I wanted to commit to before, commitment meaning to surrender at least part of my autonomy to another person. Something I hadn’t done since I grew up and moved out of my parents’ house.

Skye had made me think and feel things I’d never thought or felt before, though. I realized, with no small measure of surprise, that I wanted a permanent relationship with her.

The images flooded my mind, seeming somewhere between a slide show and a dream. A menagerie of images detailed our future life together: Skye moving into my house to live with me and both of us loving and taking care of each other in every possible way, for the rest of our lives.

My reverie was interrupted by the distinctive sounds of Skye waking up. I waited to see which way she went, just for fun. She rolled toward me, wrapping her arms around me, her big breasts pressing up against me.

“Morning,” I said, glad she had chosen to go my way.

“Morning, Master,” she murmured, contentedly.

I wasn’t quite sure who instigated the kiss, our lips seeming to come together at exactly the same time. It was more than possible we just had the same idea at the same time in an instance of wonderful coincidence.

As we kissed, my hands went to her breasts as though drawn by magnets, Skye sticking her chest out to make things a little easier on me. I wasn’t sure if there were any lasting effects from the nipple clamps, so I was nice and gentle, massaging her beautiful tits until she seemed close to orgasm, before backing off.

Skye looked for a second like she wanted to pout but resisted. I kissed her gently as a reward. It was a simple kiss, at least at first, but it soon evolved into a full on make out session, during which Skye rolled onto her back and opened her legs.

“What do you say?” I asked, grabbing her thigh hard.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, Master. I want you to fuck my pussy.”

“Do you now?” I asked, slipping a finger into her wet and ready pussy.

She bit her lip and nodded as I worked her clit, bringing her to a level of pleasure where she was beyond the power of full sentences.

“Say it,” I said.

“Fuck me, Master. Fuck my pussy.”

She sounded truly desperate. Her beautiful eyes were flashing with burning desire. It was nice to see her expressing herself so openly. A far cry from the timid young thing I’d first met at that morning staff meeting.

I teased her a little first, getting her ready. While she had been freshly deflowered, my sweet little Skye was still very sore and I didn’t want to hurt her, even by accident. She was mine and I loved her. I was taking no chances.

Moving with all due care and attention, I climbed on top of my little darling, stroking the head of my cock against her tight young pussy. The one I’d been responsible for breaking in. It was a fact that filled me with both pride and protectiveness.

“That okay?” I asked, getting in just past the head.

“Yes, Master,” moaned my little pet.

Taking gentle hold of her, I started to move, pumping my big throbbing cock in her tight little pussy, Skye moaning in time with my thrusts. Her cries were loud, full throated declarations of her pleasure and love, different from anything I’d heard from her except for the night before when I’d taken her virginity.

Skye wrapped herself around me as I fucked her. Arms around my back. Legs around my waist, making it impossible for me to pull out even if I wanted to.

I had to wonder if this was intentional, and then I remembered her expression when I’d cum in her the night before. The look of pure bliss on her illuminated face. I would do anything to make her happy, so I kept going.

I’d thought about the possibility of babies. Skye was young and as far as I knew, healthy. There was no reason she shouldn’t be able to carry a healthy baby with few to no issues.

Bad things could always happen, fate being random and all, but odds were things would turn out fine. And if I was going to have children, an idea I’d been thinking about more as I’d gotten older, then I was in the best possible situation I could be in to do that, with Skye. The fact that I also loved her with all my heart was a major factor in what I decided to do next.

“I want to put a baby in you,” I told her.

“Okay, Master,” she said.

Careful to time it so our orgasms happened at the same time, her pussy walls grabbing onto my cock, I filled her up with my cum. Skye looked like she might transcend beyond the mortal plane of existence.

Once we were done, we showered and she dressed in the outfit I’d bought her, having returned the clamps and vibrator to her possession for practice at home. Then we headed down to the car.

We had barely twenty minutes to spare before our usual arrival time at work. It was more important than ever that things appeared to be normal. Especially since they had fundamental and permanently changed.

It hurt like losing a limb as I dropped her off on the sidewalk near the building. But doing so was needed to keep up appearances.

“See you at lunch?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she said with a smile.

I waited until she had turned the corner before going in to work.

The secret to successfully rushing was to look like you weren’t rushing at all. Sam had been around for a long time, though, and knew a rush when he saw one. On the upside, he was a more or less neutral party, with whom I was on good terms, so he just winked and told me to have a good day.

Every day at the office was good now that Skye was here. I couldn’t be with her openly but that didn’t mean I couldn’t see her.

Within a few keystrokes, I had her on the screen as she sat at her cubicle. I hadn’t given her any more work yet, but she still wasn’t wasting time. She was writing, presumably the first draft of her novel I’d ordered her to finish.

Around lunchtime on that sunny but snowy day, disaster struck. I watched Skye check her email before going for lunch, the others already gone, and I saw her expression change like I’d never seen before.

I wanted to go to her. To hug her, to kiss her, make everything okay, but I just couldn’t risk it. Something in me told me things had gone wrong somehow and I needed to know what was happened before we broke protocol too much. At least while we were on company property.

Skye seemed to feel it too. With a quick glance around to make sure she was alone, Skye left the purview of the all-seeing eyes of the cameras. I knew where she was headed, and I could nearly count down to the exact step she was at when she knocked lightly at my office door. I made it a point to get to it as fast as possible, so I wouldn’t worry her.

“They know,” she said, as soon as the door was close.

“What do you mean? Who knows?”

“Corporate. Someone figured it out about us and snitched to corporate,” she said, pacing a trench into the carpet, “so we’re under investigation.”

“Who told you that?”

“I just got an email from HR. They tried to be civil, but I could read between the lines. They’re spitting tacks. Any little thing could set them off. We could both be fired and—”

I took her firmly by the arms and made her look at me, my strong presence striking her silent.

“Calm down,” I said.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, visibly relaxing.

I released her, just then feeling the knife in my heart as her words finally started to sink in.

“What do you want to do?” I asked, my confidence almost gone, although I tried not to show it.

“I think we need to stop,” she told me, her inner agony showing in her eyes.

“Stop?”

“I don’t want you to get fired. You have a career here. You really are one of the best. They need you but that won’t stop them from firing you if they think they’re right.”

The words stung like poisoned arrows. Mostly because she was absolutely right. The brass could be vindictive bastards when they thought they were crossed.

My sterling record to that point wouldn’t count for much if they found out I was directly defying them on a rule they considered to be cardinal. I also shuddered to think what would happen to Skye.

She would definitely be fired, probably before the end of her already short-term employment contract was up. Worse than that, she would more than likely get a reputation as someone trying to sleep her way to the top, even though that absolutely was not true.

Nor was it fair, since I had done the same, but women seemed to get more of the blame. I didn’t want this to tarnish her career opportunities forever. It sounded crazy but I knew that if I ever wanted to see her again, I could never see her again in the way we both wanted.

“Business only?” I asked.

Sweet Skye nodded, looking like she was going to cry. I could certainly empathize but felt like I had to keep it together. Giving her one final hug, I kissed her on the forehead before she returned to her cubical, thus beginning our completely business relationship.

Returning to my desk, I got out the Absinthe. It had been a gift from Inga the previous Christmas, sent over by her parents in Germany. I knew it was sacrilege, but I needed relief and didn’t much care, swigging the powerful witches’ brew straight from the bottle.

It was almost frightening how quickly the light green liquid disappeared. The last thing I saw before the world went dark was the image of Skye crying at her desk on the computer screen.