CassidyThe drive back home is nothing but quiet contentment as he holds my hand in my lap, and I allow it because that's precisely what feels right. I have so much to think back on so much to unfold, and if I'm honest, I'm craving the time alone to assess what has happened this weekend and assess where I want to go.I have feelings for Sebastian; whatever those feelings are is still unknown, but when I look at him, my stomach summersaults. And when he kisses me... fuck, I don't ever want him to stop.He leaves me on my doorstep, kissing me softly as he looks at his watch, noting the time. He's really looking forward to seeing his daughter, and that makes my insides squeeze with something that's unknown.I love that he's a good father, love that he's tentative to her needs, and the fact he can't wait to get back to her makes me feel warm inside like I've never felt warm before.But that only brings the realisation that there's more than the two of us to look out for.There's this six
Sebastian"Daddy!" Melody screams as I walk through my parent's kitchen. She's sat at the table, food half eaten before her as she devours lunch, but that's all forgotten as she claps her eyes on me at the entrance to the room."Good afternoon, baby," I chime happily as she runs into my awaiting arms that are hung open wide for her to run into.She's utterly happy, and I almost drop the bag with the doll that reminds me so much of Cassidy.My mother beams, yet my father broods at the fact she left the dinner table when she wasn't supposed to."I have a gift for you," I reveal, walking her back to the table and depositing her in the high chair that she's had since she was a baby."What is it?" She asks excitedly as she marvels at the gift bag I've placed before her."Look and see," I chuckle at her impatience. Her hands are clasped together, much as mine might be, and she's grinning just like her mother would have.I look up behind her to see the array of photos my mother has on displa
SebastianJosh meets me at six-thirty am, outside my house, as he waits for me to get Melody ready for school.We leave on time for once, with the knowledge that the drive up north is going to take some time.We drop her off at breakfast club, and I tell her that Charlotte will pick her up, which makes her face fall, but she nods anyway, hiding her emotion, which irks me.She's learned that trait from me, I'm sure, because that's precisely what I do."You can play with Jordan," I say to sweeten the deal and that only makes that shit-eating grin surface. Melody's very fond of Jordan, and I'm glad for that.I climbed in the car not two minutes later, now in the passenger seat as Josh transferred over."Read it all," he tells me, growing as we hit the road.I do read everything. Cassidy never had a job outside her parent's farm until she came to King Enterprises eleven months after the death of her husband Derek, and for the last two years, she's been working alongside my father's team
"I thought you wanted me to move on, to find someone that brought me happiness and company, Josh.""I do," he frowns. "But she's proven unreliable; she's lying to your face, Seb. She's putting you in danger, and you're walking along the tightrope she's given you.""No, that's my father. She's just a pawn in his game that I'm about to win. Besides, she feels it, too. That's why she stopped me. She couldn't go through with his plan; she couldn't hurt me in that way.""You sure you're not grasping at straws, Seb. Look, I know you want to believe there's good in everyone, but sometimes you must accept that some people are bad.""She's not bad... she's perfect, Josh. She's the first girl to have made me look twice since Beth died. Yeah, she might have unusually come to me, but I'm not about to let her slip through my fingers because of my father.""I hope you're right, Seb," he sighs, his hands flexing around my steering wheel as we reel in our anger."I've never been as sure about anythin
CassidySebastian hadn't turned up to work yesterday, so I had nothing to do but research on a potential client he had visiting today.So I sat at my desk as the floor was empty beside my breathing, and I fantasised about the things that happened over the weekend.My fingers itched to fall into my knickers, to rub out an orgasm that I'd denied myself all Sunday evening. But I just about escaped the day by the skin of my teeth.It's safe to say by the end of the day; I had soaked a patch into the desk chair that I was ashamed of.And I find today I've come to work on time, and instead of waiting for him as I had last week, I travel alone to get things set up for him.His desk is lined with paperwork in order of clients, their folders waiting for him to skim through before their meetings; the coffee machine is spurting out the latte I know he likes, and I'm standing right by the office door as he walks out of the lift in an expensive black suit that clings to all the right places.He do
SebastianI've been giving the cold shoulder to Cassidy all week, hoping to push her to the point of revealing her hand so I can help her out of the hole she found herself in with my father.I know there must be more to it; surely she wouldn't just sign the contract for no reason.She's scared, Seb. An anxious fucking mess... of course, she would. The worst part of all this is the fact she's been wearing clothes that I can only imagine peeling from her body, her curves presenting ideas enough actually to jack off.Yeah... yeah, I got over that hurdle; just two nights ago, I had to try because I was aching so damn much. I had to do anything I could to get her out of my head, starting on my bed as I closed my eyes, taking my cock in my palm as I remembered tasting her pussy. Mhm, yeah... I walked to the shower, turning the water to almost boiling. Steaming the fuck out of the bathroom as I stroked myself at the memory of having her on her back where I ruled over her body and mind.I s
"I said don't let go, that's five more... do it again, and it'll be ten.""Sebastian," she whimpers, making me sober to the fact I don't think she gets this lifestyle, that she probably hasn't stepped a foot inside the sexual pleasure that is related to BDSM. But I have to do this; I've been craving it ever since I opened that private fucking file on her.This is who I am, and if she can't accept this side of me, there's no way forward for us. Because I've tried living a life without these cravings, and that never bode well the last time. "Say red, and I'll step away. I won't touch you. You can go home early, and we'll discuss this when I'm in a better frame of mind."She shakes her head, and I smile. Fuck, do I smile?"Don't let go again, no matter what I do, do not uncurl one finger from my desk.""O-okay," she murmurs unsurely."Good girl..."I sit back down, reaching for the hem of her skirt that's riding to her mid-thigh by itself.I'm happy to report, as I push it higher, that
Cassidy"Did you know about my father's wishes when you first came to work for us?" Sebastian asks as I lay on his lap like a child needing to be cradled. The need for such closeness has never resided in me as it does right now, so I cling to him as hard as I can to ensure he holds me back. He just... just spanked me, each slap getting firmer, more painful. Yet, with every passing second, I grew wetter and wetter, and I realised now that my reading habits might have ruined me.Derek was always so soft, always jumping straight in the deep end with no foreplay and really no change in routine. Sex almost seemed like a chore with him, just another thing to tick off our never-ending list of things to complete before sundown.It was always... just sex with him.Yet this isn't the first of foreplays that Sebastian has taken part in with me."No, it was around a month ago; he told me of a new job role I could work my way through much as he before. Gave me one of two choices: accept it or be
I was taken aback, my mind racing with only dirty thoughts of what could potentially happen if only Cassidy said yes, but I remained stoic and unwavering in a neutral scowl."Of course, baby," I had agreed, standing to walk outside with her."How does it work?" She asked me as we stood at the bottom of the stairs."How does what work, baby?""Sharing?""You want to be shared?" I asked, shocked and very, very happy."I've been thinking about it for a while, and though it's out of my comfort zone, I've always wanted to participate...." Her words trailed off, and I first thought it might be because she's shy about admitting such things, but then I realised she didn't have the words to finish her sentence."Threesomes and foursomes?" I finished what I presumed she wanted to say."Yeah... those.""This needs more discussion, Cassy. There's a lot that comes from sharing, and we're romantically involved; we need to ensure our bond is watertight before we share; otherwise, it might well be ou
Sebastian I put to bed that Cassidy probably would never want to share, swing... have threesomes and foursomes. It was just something I felt she didn't want to experience, but that all changed one night when Josh and Charlotte were over for dinner.It was Saturday night, Melody was at Tina's, and I had decided to invite them over to ensure the budding friendship between Cassidy and Josh remained steadfast.I didn't need the sharing thing, but I did need my assistant/girlfriend and my best friend/business partner to get along.The thing is, they were good at saving face, the pair of them agreeing to disagree on the previous falling out, but I needed to ensure that we could all work alongside one another.I was going places within King Enterprises, which meant I needed Josh to take on some of my old roles so I could step up to the plate of my new roles. This also meant Josh and Cassidy would need to work alongside one another whilst I wasn't there, and it also meant Josh now had an of
I don't want to lie, but I find it hard to find the words to explain that I was checking Josh out, based on memory, and the worst fact is I'll be sitting across the table from him all afternoon."I can't help you if you don't tell me what triggered you, Cassy.""Triggered?""Your anxiety, you do that with your hands when you're anxious," he nods to our now entwined hands."Oh, I. I was... mentally checking out Josh," I admit whilst stumbling over my words."Oh, you find him hot, do you?" He asks, almost sighing in relief as if my admittance was something he craved."You're not upset?" I ask."No, no, quite the opposite, actually. I'm into sharing, Cassy. But I wouldn't trust anyone other than my best friend. I never shared Beth with anyone other than Josh either.""Right," I nodded, looking at the restaurant he's now parking in front of. Josh and Charlotte are already standing outside, and my eyes catch sight of them pretty quickly.Yet Sebastian doesn't make the move from the car des
CassidySebastian gave Melody a choice of whether she'd like to go to Tina's and Geoff's or whether she'd like to stay home with the pair of us.Surprisingly, she chose to go to Tina's, so that's where we are now, dropping Melody off before we go for lunch with Josh and Charlotte."Nana!" Melody beams as she runs inside the house before us. I'm holding onto Sebastian for dear life, my anxiety rife as I walk into their home.It shouldn't give me anxiety, but knowing this is Beth's parents' home and that I'm the outsider does give me butterflies.I don't want to replace her, and I never would, but knowing that at some point down the line, there could be an opportunity to be Melody's mother, in the sense that that's how she sees me, makes me want to befriend her grandparents and forge a good relationship.This is new territory for me, and despite them being nice to my face at Jordan's party, I don't want to presume they like me.I think they do, but I've been wrong before, so I could alw
SebastianCassidy came to stay that Thursday with a small suitcase worth of clothes she decided to bring along. So I made space for her in the wardrobe and made dinner that night as she unpacked.Melody was so excited she wouldn't leave her side, playing with her blouses, skirts and high-heeled shoes as if this was something she had fantasised about on many occasions but hadn't had the opportunity to experience.I watch on with the largest smile I can muster up on my face.My daughter was happy... I was happy; Cassidy was most certainly happy. Her eyes were filled with a spark she had lacked in the months I had known her.Dinner that night was something.Melody ate as she always did, devouring the food I laid before her, but her eyes were crinkled with her smile, her cheeks so high that I was surprised she could see out of her eyes."This is lovely," Cassidy had told me, referring down to the beef bourguignon with cheesy mash and a glass of wine. "Where did you learn to cook?""My mot
Dressing in a pair of jeans and a tight white top.They were still talking and feeding the bunnies when I came out, so I decided to cook us all breakfast.Simple pancakes, bacon and fruit.And it's as if the smell of the breakfast summons the pair of them downstairs. They walk into the kitchen just as I'm assembling three plates of food; they're hand in hand, matching smiles on their faces."That smells so good," Cassidy tells me, walking to kiss my cheek as Melody helps herself up on her chair at the dinner table."Daddy makes the best pancakes," she admits."I can't wait to taste them," Cassidy grins.It seems they've become somewhat comfortable around one another since yesterday.I take the plates to the table with help from Cassidy, and then we sit and eat quietly, again reminding me of what's in my grasp. "I see Melody has shown you the bunny room," I point out when I'm finished with my food, sipping on my coffee now. Knowing full well that Melody's most prized possession is her
SebastianMelody climbs into bed much earlier than usual, her face full of tears and her eyes bloodshot."What's wrong, baby?" I ask her as I read the bedside clock; it's three am."My arm hurts," she tells me. Sniffling to make a massive point that she's crying because of it.She's stood beside my side of the bed; her tatty bunny teddy bear in hand as she wipes her cheeks.I reach into my bedside table, taking out a bottle of ibuprofen and paracetamol that I keep for cases of needing them this late at night, and then I flick on the bedside light to draw the correct amount into the syringes.Melody gasps, looking over my shoulder to Cassidy as I sit up and pool the bedding around my waist. Which reveals Cassidy lying beside me. "I'm sorry I didn't ask if it was okay for her to stay," I admit, holding out the first syringe for Melody.She takes the medication quickly, climbing in the bed beside me and crawling over me to sit between Cassidy and me."Here, some more, baby."She takes t
"Your house is beautiful," she tells me as I stalk over to her at the railing on the landing once I close Melody's door softly.I grab for her, picking her up as if she weighed nothing, and I walk us down to my bedroom.Through all the stress and the unknown from this afternoon, I need a release and the one person who can give me that is right before me.She doesn't argue, so I throw her down on my bed, flipping her over on her belly as I grab frantically at my belt, button and zipper.I barely have my cock out of its confinements before I press my head inside her slit while holding her panties aside so they don't rub on my shaft, and I thrust so hard, so deep, Cassidy grunts below me.I use a hand to cup her neck, pulling her back against me as I remain standing at the end of the bed.I do this for one of two reasons-the first is that I need to dominate her to rid this horrid anguish inside me. Second, I need to keep her screams down to a bare minimum so as not to wake Melody. And s
Sebastian This wasn't how I saw their first meeting going. But Cassidy had once again proved who she was and who she could be for us. Melody had to have a cast placed on her arm, and she cried out as they moved her arm straight to position her bones into the correct state. I couldn't do it; I couldn't bear my child's pain as I sat in panic mode, watching on as if through a pair of binoculars.But she soothingly spoke down to Melody, telling her stories of her farm, of her childhood."It's okay, Melody. I broke my arm once, too. I was riding a horse at my parent's farm, and he bucked, threw me so far ahead of him that I fell on my arm. They needed to cast it too, to mend my bones and make me better," she told Melody as she stroked her cheek, moving the hair that had dried onto her face with the snot from her nose from all the crying."Did they fix it all the way?" Melody whimpered as the lady started putting wet white plaster strips around her arm."They did; I had the cast for eight