Abolishing insecurities
Samantha
Everyone was so cheery and excited. Some cried when they opened their bonus checks, I choked on my spit when I opened mine.
“Dashawn, why is my bonus so much? I’ve only been your PA for three–weeks.”
“You’re at my beck and call, plus it gives me perverse pleasure to pay the woman I get to sink my d*ck into whenever I want.”
I blushed when he growled that into my ear. It kind of gave me perverse pleasure too, but two
hundred and fifty thousand dollars? F*ck it, he can afford it.
I was trying my hardest to show a cheery face. I didn’t want Dashawn or anyone else to know I was internally freaking out. I was almost r*ped. Never have I ever been in that position before, and I couldn’t fight him. I’ve always prided myself on my ability to take care of myself.
But apparently I was too cocky. Going up against sparring partners was way different from going up against a trained attacker. Sure I could beat any b*tches ass in a bar fight. They usually aren’t trained like me. I’ve been taking kickboxing and MMA classes for six years. It got me out of my depression. So I knew I could kick a*s. But Mike was just so different. He said he’d been training since he was three. I had no chance, yet, I felt if I just fought harder I
could have taken him.
He had his hands all over me, he touched me in places that only Dashawn had touched me
without clothes on.
I was feeling needy and clingy too, something I’ve never been. I couldn’t leave Dashawn’s side. The grip I had on his arm was like a vice. I hoped I wasn’t leaving any bruising where I clung.
James, one of the scout agents, came up to us, jovial, loud, and a little drunk. I flinched when he got too close, and Dashawn pivoted us, so I wasn’t anywhere near James. Unfortunately, that put me close to Harold. Harold was a nice enough guy. He used to stare at me every time I went to the break room. When I look at him, he always smiles. I think he had a little crush. Dashawn was talking to James. James tripped backwards and Dashawn reached out to steady him. That made my arm fall from his and I kind of stumbled. Harold had grabbed my arm to steady me and I whimpered.
Dashawn whipped around and snapped at Harold to let go of me.
I was ruining this night for Dashawn and poor Harold looked like he was about to piss himself.
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“I’m sorry, she looked like she was about to fall.”
“I am sorry I snapped, I’m very possessive of her,” Dashawn explained. Harold just nodded and
held his hands up.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to Dashawn.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. Let’s go dance.”
He took my hand in his, and we went to the dance floor. I plastered myself on him. I just
needed to feel his arms around me. I had my eyes open, and I could see some of the women.
from accounting eyeing us. They had looks of disdain on their faces. Jealous b*tches.
The Christmas party was for the whole building, not just our floor. So some of them may not
know I was Dashawn’s woman. I could see envious looks thrown our way from both men and
women.
“Baby, are you okay? You’re shaking.”
“I’m fine.” I wasn’t. I wanted him to kiss me and reassure me he still loved me, that he wasn’t
upset he had to kill for me. He didn’t think I saw Ice and Demon carry the body out, but I saw. What did it say about me that I was happy Mike was dead? Am I a bad person?
“You’re not,” he said. He picked me up from around my waist and walked off the dance floor. He quickly went through a swinging door. We were all of a sudden in a kitchen area. Still carrying me, he took me to a back office. He put me on my feet and closed the office door. There were papers cluttering a small desk that had a computer and a lamp on it. There were some filing cabinets and a computer chair and that was it?
“This is the catering manager’s office. The man, for some reason, wanted his office to look dismal. He said it keeps people from bothering him. Now tell me, what’s wrong?”
I could feel tears pooling into my eyes. Dashawn made a noise in the back of his throat. He picked me up and plunked me right on the desk. He leaned down, caging me in.
“Sweet Girl, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong right this minute, I am going to bend you over this desk, and spank that exquisite a*s of yours. Now, tell me why there are tears in your beautiful
eyes.”
“Do you hate me?”
“What? No! Why would you ask that?”
“Because you killed a man for me,” I whispered.
“Baby, I would kill any man that lays a finger on you with intent to harm or take you away from
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- me. You are mine, and only mine, and I protect what is mine. I f*cking love you with my whole
heart.”
My breath hitched, “Do you think it’s weird that I am glad he’s dead? Does that make me a bad person?”
“No baby, that makes you human. He was the bad person. Do you hate me for killing him? Do you think that makes me a bad person?”
“No, never. I am so grateful you got there to save me in time. I love you so very much. It sometimes hurts how much I love you, especially after what happened earlier.” I honestly felt something crack open inside me. It was this obsessive feeling. I think if he tried to leave me, I’d kill him. But I was not about to tell him that, he’d think I was crazy.
“Tell me again,” he said as his hands slid under the skirt of my dress.
“I love you so very much,” I said, swallowing hard. The higher he went up, he was about to
discover something.
His hands slid up my skin to my hips and he froze. His eyes widened, and he lifted my gauzy
skirt to peek underneath.
“Baby, why don’t you have any panties on?”
“I didn’t want to wear them. He touched them. I’m sorry, they were so beautiful.”
“So, you’re telling me for the last couple of hours, we’ve been mingling and dancing, and you’ve
been bare this whole time?”
I nodded and he swallowed hard. His eyes glazed over, a look came over his face that I’d never seen before. He dropped my skirt, and he lifted me off of the desk.
“Baby, do you trust me? There’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but I have never found
someone I’ve wanted to do it with.”
“Yes, I trust you.”
He tugged me behind him back to the party. People were becoming more jovial, the drinks were flowing. He took me to a table where others were talking and snacking on the foods that were passed around by waiters and waitresses. He told a waiter to bring him plates of snacks and two glasses of apple cider.
There were three other couples at the table. They smiled at us as Dashawn sat. He had me
stand next to him as he conversed with them. When their attention turned to the dance floor
or each other, I saw Dashawn fumble with his pants, but the waiter came over, and I grabbed
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our plates and then the glasses and put them on the table. Before I sat next to him, Dashawn
grabbed me, moved my skirt and sat me on his lap, impaling me on his hard c*ck. I inhaled
sharply. He arranged my skirt so we were both completely covered. He put his arm around
me and moved forward to grab his drink, making his c*ck shift and I rotated my hips. Jesus. f*cking Christ, I could not believe he just did this.
“You feel so good baby. I can feel how wet you are. Does it turn you on sitting on my thick. d*ck in a room full of people who have no idea.” He flexed and his c*ck moved inside of me
making me whimper.
This was the biggest f*cking turn on I have ever experienced. He made all my fears and
insecurities vanish.
“No matter what happens in our lives, Sweet Girl, I will always want you. You’re fulfilling one
of my fantasies right now. You’re perfect, we’re perfect.” He grabbed my hips and slowly
rotated them.
I’m sure it looked like I was giving him a slow lap dance to others, or maybe just shifting on
his lap, or at least I hoped that’s what it looked like. My eyes darted around the room and to
the tables closest to us. It didn’t look like anyone was paying attention to us.
I was grateful for my skirt hiding us, and the tablecloths were pretty long on the tables, so we were pretty covered. He laid his forehead on my back and I heard him give a low groan. I was dripping, I could feel it.
“You’re so f*cking wet. I just want to lay you over this table and pound into you. But no one gets to see what is mine. I f*cking want to kill that b*stard all over again for touching you.” He picked me up and slammed me down. He did it twice more. I frantically looked around,
again no one was paying attention.
I was holding on to the table, gripping it so hard my knuckles were white. I was biting my bottom lip, and I was afraid I was going to draw blood. I wanted to cry out. The fact that the
other couples at the table hadn’t noticed the three sharp movements was a miracle.
I grabbed the napkin in front of me, balled it up and held it to my mouth to muffle the small cry that came out of me when he flexed his hips.
“F*ck, baby, I need to c*m, but not before you. Don’t make a noise, you wouldn’t want anyone
to know what I’m doing to you.”
I shook my head, I was hot, and started to sweat. One of the couples got up and went to the dance floor. Another couple left to join a different table and chat with their friends. That left one couple and us at the table. That couple was in an intimate conversation. Their foreheads
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together, and as I looked, I was shocked to see it was Cia and Ashton.
Dashawn’s hand slipped under my skirt. He leaned me back against his chest, so it just looked like I was resting against him.
He kissed my neck, sucking some of my skin. I shivered. His fingers grazed across my cl*t.
It made me shift and wiggle. He growled low in my ear, goosebumps broke out all over my
skin.
“Dashawn,” I whispered.
“Shhh, baby. I’m about to make you feel so good. The only touch you’ll remember tonight is
mine.”
He circled my cl*t with the tips of his fingers. I was soaking them.
“F****ck yes, baby. You’re so f*cking perfect, so slippery, and soft.”
I turned my head, and he shoved his tongue in my mouth as he rubbed my cl*t faster and
faster. At this point, I didn’t care if anyone saw us.
My orgasm burst through me. I made whimpering and choking noises in my throat. But Dashawn swallowed them with his kiss. Then he pushed me forward and gripped my hips. I
looked around noticing everyone was occupied. Cia and Ashton were full on making out. He lifted my hips and slammed me down and made small thrusts before he held me down and groaned lowly into the back of my neck. I noticed a couple of people looking over at our table, but they were staring at Cia and Ashton, some pointed. They were giggling and gossiping. I looked over at them and gasped. The motion of Ashton’s hand and the way Cia’s head was thrown back, he was definitely fingering her, giving everyone one a show. No one noticed
Dashawn and I at all.
I started giggling.
“What’s so funny baby?” Dashawn asked into my ear as he took some napkins and cleaned us
- up.
I turned and looked at him.
“Your sister and Ashton are giving a show, no one even noticed us.”
He looked over my shoulder in horror, just as Cia gave a small shuddering cry, her head on
Ashton’s shoulder.
“F*ck that is something I never want to see again,” he gritted out. “Thank God, I had already
came, that would have deflated me inside of you real quick. So gross.”
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“Did you not notice you sat at a table with them there?”
“Um, no, I was so focused on fulfilling my fantasy, I wasn’t paying attention,” he said, blushing.
I let out a full laugh, and when I looked at him, he had a loving smile on his face as he stared
at me.
“Thank you for taking my mind off of what happened earlier,” I said to him, bringing my
forehead to his.
“Anytime, Sweet Girl. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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