“I’ve been easy on you with punishments so far, Cassius. You’ll see what a real one is like.”
I look up at him and smile. “Can’t wait.”
He flips us so I’m lying on my stomach pressed into the mattress with him behind me, most of his weight on me so I can’t move. It’s hard to breathe.
“Actually, you’re wrong,” he growls in my ear before tugging on my lobe. “You think I can’t punish you here?” He huffs a laugh, reaching between us to shove my boxer briefs down. Iwiggle, trying to get free, but I don’t even know why I try. He’s bigger than me. Stronger. And has much more experience. I’m not getting away.
The lube cap pops open, and the cold liquid is poured on me messily.
He knows if he moves too much, I’ll take my chance to get up.
And he’s not wrong.
But he’s good at what he does and manages to get me lubed up.
“I’d apologize for this hurting, but I know it’s what you want,” he says as he pushes two fingers into my hole.
I gasp, burying my face into the pillow and grabbing onto the sheets. He scissors his fingers, slowly, moving in and out to stretch me open.
“When you’re sore tomorrow and struggling to walk, remember you did this to yourself,” he says before shoving his dick inside me.
I cry out, the sound muffled by the pillows. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t ease up. He just fucks me. Punishing me. Making sure that I will feel it for days to come. It’s exactly what I need from him. And he knows it.
Epilogue
Cassius
Three years later…
The door opens, and I hear the familiar sound of Harmon’s keys getting hung on the hook beside the door. It’s silent as he slips his shoes off, and then soft feet pad around the corner and into the kitchen.
I smile to myself as I stir the sauce in the pan, knowing what he’s about to do.
We’ve had the same routine for two years. Two whole years of life being good.
Harmon’s hands slide around my waist, hugging me from behind. He kisses my neck, then my jaw.
“How was your day?” he asks.
“Hm, not bad,” I say, still stirring the sauce.
“Anything you want to tell me about?” he asks.
“Not that I can think of.” I smirk. “Nothing particularly exciting happened today. Just a regular,boringday.”
He huffs a laugh. “You’ll never stop being a brat.”
“Isn’t that why you love me?” I ask, looking up at him over my shoulder.
He takes the spoon from my hand and sets it down on the rest, then turns me to face him.
“It’s one of the reasons.” He kisses my neck again. “Another may be you hiding under my desk and sucking my cock at lunch.”
“I did that?” I ask, biting my lip to stop from laughing. “You must have me confused with someone else. I would never risk my job like that, Mr. Stone. I take it very seriously.”
He grunts and keeps kissing my neck.
Sexual activities at work are not typical for us. I do take my job seriously, and we avoid each other at work most of the time. Everyone is aware of our relationship, which was a stipulation from the board about relationships in general after the mess Oliver caused, and we keep boundaries to make sure everyone is satisfied with it. It’s worked so far. There have been no complaints.