Serving Him

by Cassandra Dee

  “Shit,” I ground out. “Shit, shit, shit.”

  Yeah, I wasn’t exactly the most eloquent of guys at this momentous juncture in my life, but even if I couldn’t say the words at the moment, I could make her feel. So right there, on the streets of Manhattan in broad daylight, I angled the brunette into me for a deep kiss, pulling her head back and owning those lips, tracing the seam of her pout before delving deep, and tasting that sweetness.

  “You’re mine,” was all I managed roughly before going back in for more.

  Rebecca just laughed, the noise muffled by my mouth, by my overwhelming need for the girl. But as always, things with her turned out fine. Because those small hands slipped around my neck, locking us together forever, and she breathed exactly the words I needed to hear.

  “I’m yours,” she agreed, “I’m yours Kane.”

  And my heart sang then, soul soaring on high. Because this woman belonged to me, and I belonged to her as well. The auction had been a dud, the sale never finalized, but somehow, this girl belonged to me just the same. Rebecca absolutely possessed me in every way, and somehow, my soul had become entangled with hers, our roots growing together until there was no pulling us apart, no separating the lovers. So bending my head to the brunette once more, I traced her lips with my tongue, teasingly running over the plushness as I pulled her close.

  “I love you, Rebecca Wright,” I ground out, heart exploding. And with those words, my life changed forever. Me, Kane Caldwell, billionaire alpha, became a lost man, owned by the very woman he wanted to buy. But unknown to me, life was only beginning, and with this female on my arm, possibilities branched, unfolding, a magical awakening with endless opportunities everywhere. Because by opening my heart, I was a new man with a new life … and a new love to carry me always.

  EPILOGUE

  Kane

  Shit, she was amazing. Becky was absolutely fucking amazing, heavy with our child as she showered. It was a dirty sight for sure, the mother goddess nude, big Double Ds even bigger now, that belly protruding. But I fucking loved it, it made my chest puff out with pride, practically bursting with adoration.

  Because I’d done this to Becky. I’d seeded her, spurting into that hot pussy so many times that yeah, the teen got pregnant immediately. And once we realized she was pregnant, there was no stopping Kane Caldwell. She moved into my apartment immediately, with every luxury at her fingertips, pre-natal massages, pre-natal yoga, pre-natal vitamins, everything and anything a fertile woman could possibly need.

  “But Kane, you didn’t have to,” she protested laughingly.

  “Yes, I did,” I ground out in reply, completely serious. “I absolutely had to.”

  Because I’ve moved Mattie and Nana into our building as well. That’s right, I bought another eight figure apartment a couple floors below us and her brother and grandma live nearby now, to make my little girl happy. But Becky protested again, gesturing slightly.

  “But the apartment you found for us in the Bronx is just fine,” she’d replied, glowing despite her words. But that was it exactly. It was that glow that I was after, I wanted my girl to be happy, I wanted her to be safe and comfortable, and having the two people most important to her in the world nearby was the least I could do. After all, I have a shit ton of money, and what better use than to spend it on the woman I love? What better use than to make my baby laugh, to see her relaxed and comfortable, growing large with our child?

  Besides, I’ve come to love Mattie and Nana as well. Mattie is a cute little dude, tow-headed with huge, owl-like glasses. But I’m replacing those with new frames, complete with super-thin lenses, and I take him to play ball sometimes in Central Park, helping him get healthy and athletic.

  “Oof!” he grunted as the baseball slammed into his mitt. “Kane, I caught it, I caught it!” the boy jumped up and down excitedly.

  Applauding, I cheered from the other side of the diamond.

  “Hell yeah, you caught it!” I growled. “Way to go, champ!”

  Mattie did a little dance of glee, so happy and excited.

  “Maybe I can play second base now,” he panted, running up to me. “Or maybe a midfielder, maybe if I ask Coach nice.”

  I ruffled that blonde hair.

  “Of course,” I grunted. “You’re awesome now, really coordinated. Coach will definitely let you get some good game time in next weekend.” Of course, what I didn’t mention was that I’d already spoken with the adult in charge, and Mattie was going to get some real action, enough to pump him up and make him feel like a winner.

  And Nana’s been an absolute dream too. I admit, there was some trepidation initially. I wasn’t sure what it was gonna be like because Becky is close to her grandma and told her about everything, including the auction, the maid service, probably even some of the gory details of our physical relationship, stuff that would make an elderly woman have a heart attack. But curiously, Nana wasn’t turned off. Instead, she smiled beatifically the first time we met and shook my hand, taking my big one in her surprisingly strong grasp.

  “As long as you treat my granddaughter well,” she said gently, “We’ll do just fine, Mr. Caldwell.”

  And so my relationship with the elderly woman has flowered and bloomed because of course, I absolutely adore Becky and show it in every way. I practically trail after Becky like a puppy now, making sure she doesn’t carry anything heavy, making sure she’s got a drink if she’s thirsty, that there’s a cool washcloth on hand if she’s feeling hot.

  Because after all, the girl is pregnant with my child, and it’s turned me into a fucking lion. If I was protective before, I’m ten times that now, a male animal guarding my female as she prepares for birth. Me, Kane Caldwell, who used to treat women like they were disposable, is now the slave, the one jumping at my woman’s beck and call, pacing nervously whenever she feels a twinge in her stomach, hand on the phone ready to dial the doctor at the drop of a hat.

  But it feels good to be like this. I’m gonna be a dad soon, and it’s gonna be fuckin’ amazing. We don’t know if the little tyke is a girl or a boy yet, but shit, whatever it is, I’m gonna love them to death, give them everything in the world.

  But what I needed right now was a solid dose of my girl, another gulp of the good stuff. Because interestingly, seeing Becky heavily pregnant has only amped up my sex drive. Those tits are bigger, those thighs fleshy and huge, and shit but that ass looks good, balanced by the swollen belly in front. So silently, I stripped off my clothes, letting myself into the steamy shower stall.

  “Oh!” she cried out, curls dripping wet, jumping a little as I touched her. “Oh!” came the mewl again as I lightly trailed between her legs, testing those folds.

  And oh yeah, but my baby was wet as always. Being pregnant has amped up Becky’s desire for the physical as well, and we go at it like animals, like we’re back at the Billionaires Club again, six or seven times a day sometimes.

  “Unnnh,” she moaned again, throwing her head back and letting out a lusty sigh.

  But the problem with being in her third trimester is that I can’t put dick in anymore. We’re too close to her due date, and I don’t want that little dude getting a migraine, feeling his dad’s cock bang against his skull. So instead, there’s all sorts of nasty that’s been going on, and right now was no exception. I crouched before the female in the stall, the hot water pounding our bodies and slowly pulled her labia apart, loving the stretch, the pink opening like a blooming flower.

  “Spread baby,” I ground out, rasping with lust. “Spread ‘em.”

  And as always, Becky did as told, parting those thighs and showing me her inner secrets, those fat lips engorged, swollen already, dripping with female cream. But my baby is a dirty one, and she didn’t stop at that. Reaching a small hand between her legs, she traced her fingers over mine before dipping in back, lighting pushing into her anal hole before lifting her fingers to her lips and sucking nastily.

  “Kiss me there,” she breathed throatily, squattin
g a little more. “Kiss me there Daddy.”

  And like a fucking madman, I was on it. I kissed and licked that brown pucker, tasting her pleats, feeling them contract against my mouth before expanding once more, blinking and winking as I sucked her rusty star. And then I went for her pussy too because that honey’s like manna to a starving man, and I needed to sample her juices. I needed to feel that warm drip of ambrosia down my throat, the wetness of her cream, and crouching before her, I gave her a thorough going over. I licked that pussy, pulling open her lips to alternately suckle and kiss her clit, flicking the nub with my tongue, before delving back into her behind and thrusting my tongue into her butt.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned, throwing her head back, perfect profile tipped to the sky. “Ohhh,” the brunette moaned again, gripping the handle on the wall to maintain her balance.

  But I wanted the girl to come. I couldn’t push my dick in, but my tongue could do the job almost just as well. So I thrust further up that backside, tasting her anal walls, licking and swiping, making sure she got it good.

  “That’s right,” I groaned, dick on fire as I fisted the hard fuckshaft. “That’s right, come with Daddy’s tongue in your butt.”

  And just like that, the fireworks began. Becky convulsed, her entire torso going stiff before shaking violently, and then a stream of juice poured into my mouth, her vaginal hole clenching, ass clamping down on my tongue again and again.

  “Unnnh!” she cried out, cunt on fire, “Unnh, unnh!”

  And my cock exploded then, stream after stream of hot white jetting in the small space, coating the shower walls with my virile cum, hot bubbly flying everywhere. Normally, Becky would have been sad to waste, she loves that stuff inside her, says it’s where my semen belongs, in her puss, ass, or mouth. But right now, with the impending delivery, we’ve been letting it fly, sometimes saving it in a cup and putting it into a freezer, or sometimes her mouth descends on my dickhead at the last minute, desperate to gulp.

  But now it was too late, the stuff was spurting everywhere, goopy trails spraying the small stall. Besides, I don’t care, there’s plenty more, I’m a factory for this stuff and want more kids, probably four or five. So I didn’t hold back and the white was an abstract painting practically, lash after lash of semen exploding as Rebecca’s ass and pussy positively shattered on my face, the spasms so hard, so strong, that for a moment, I was afraid we might have triggered labor.

  But no, my baby was just having a good time. Those huge boobs quivering, she came again and again, moaning and gasping, my tongue still buried in her anus, tasting that delicious rectum, savory and sweet.

  “Ohhhh god, Kane,” she moaned again, heaving, eyes scrunched close with ecstasy as she squatted nude, above me. “Ohhh.”

  And with that, I licked my lips then, reveling in the musky ass taste, loving every bit of my woman. Because my fears had been unfounded. Originally, I’d thought I was a dirty mofo, that I’d forced a virgin to bend this way and that, to give me everything because she was forced to. I thought Becky had put on a show because she needed money, because I was “the Man,” the one with the big bank account. But none of it had been forced. None of it was an act. After our encounter on the street, I’d rushed her up to my apartment and done the dirty once again, so hard, fast and nasty that if there was ever a time to leave, this was it. I was fucking demanding, absolutely in the gutter, and any normal woman probably would have fled, money be damned.

  But that’s where love comes in, and that’s why my baby is so perfect for me. Because Rebecca loved it, she loved being there with me, at the lowest level, her natural earthiness and flexible pussy a perfect match for a hungry alpha. So she lets me do whatever I like, lets me use her, and uses me in return. Oh yeah, my baby’s got a taste for sperm, and trust me, the brunette’s on it every single moment of every single day.

  So it’s pretty crazy how this all turned out. Crazy good, crazy amazing, and crazy hot. The little girl that started as my maid in the privacy of the Billionaires Club is now round and ripe with my baby, and nothing could make me happier. When I designed the Club, I planned for one-off encounters, hot affairs with gorgeous women whom I could kick out of bed with a clean conscience. Sure, I’d pay them well, but money is just money, and to a billionaire, it’s merely a drop in the bucket.

  But somehow, the opposite has happened. Instead of a fling, or a series of flings, I’m in a long-term relationship with the girl of my dreams. She lives with me, Rebecca’s in my every waking thought, my every desire. And the craziest part of all? I love it. I’m head over heels for this woman, and the girl who was once my maid has the boss wrapped around her finger now.

  THE END

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  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Cleo

  Drake Markham has been watching me. I feel it more and more lately, ever since I turned eighteen. It looks like he’s eating breakfast or reading the newspaper but actually his eyes are trailing my body, taking in my every move.

  I think it has something to do with my newly developed figure. Just six months ago, I was as skinny as a beanpole and looked like a boy. I had no boobs, no butt, no hips, straight as a ruler, yes sir. Add to that a terrible haircut and braces, and I was pretty much an ugly Pippi Longstocking complete with flaming red hair.

  But I’ve changed these last few months.

  “Mom,” I whispered, cheeks hot. “I need a bra. I can’t keep going around without one.”

  It was so embarrassing to be talking about this at the breakfast table, but it was the only time I saw Lorena now. My mom was constantly disappearing, usually with our pool boy Carlos, and I could never catch her alone. My face colored, the heat rising all the way
to my hairline, and I could barely move I was so humiliated.

  But I’d seen Drake look. Despite the fact that I hadn’t glanced his way, I’d sensed his awareness of my words, of me. His eyes had flicked in my direction instinctively and then away, shielded by the rustle of his newspaper.

  But Lorena knew no discretion.

  “Oh honey, of course I’ll take you,” she singsonged, not bothering to lower her voice. “My little girl is growing up,” she trilled. “How delightful!”

  And it was true, I did need a bra now. My girls were Double D’s, they’d puffed up overnight from invisible A’s and I could no longer go around without some support, my jugs were now so juicy and pendulous that they strained against my baby tee, the nips poking out like pebbles.

  “Can you go this weekend?” I asked tightly, my voice strained. There was no point in whispering anymore, Drake could hear everything.

  “Oh honey, this weekend is so soon,” Lorena replied, waving her hand at me, blowing at her nail polish. “How about a month from now? I have so much going on,” she offered as an excuse, although not saying exactly what. Probably lying by the pool watching Carlos, or him watching her, whichever way it went.