We had lived together for six months that day, I smiled to myself. Jason had been working hard for the whole time to try and make sure that we don't go under. I'd been working part time at the stables while trying to get my writing career off the ground. During the day, I wrote my ass off, in the evening, I'd clean the house and cook for Jason coming home. I bent over the table, dusting the far side of it that I had to stretch to reach. The furniture came with the house, if it hadn't this would be an ikea dining set big enough only for the two of us. Atlas barked and jumped up off the sofa, rushing to the door as he heard the key turning and Jason coming in.
I didn't hear him greet Atlas like he usually would, so I called out, "Hey?" I heard him step into the room and up behind me. I smiled and grunted a little as I got the last bit of dust off the edge of the table. I assumed he was just standing back, smirking and watching me like he sometimes would, jokingly. I was wearing little bed shorts, so it seemed pretty likely today. I smiled as I straightened up a little but suddenly I felt his cold fingertips on my hips, slipping under my top. I giggled and tried to turn around but his fingers dug into my side like vices. "Jason..." I groaned, laughing a little.
"Shut up." He said in a low voice. I blushed. Slowly, one hand moved to my stomach and moved up to my chest, roughly grasping my breast and kneading it in his palm. I let out a moan, knowing from a lot of experience that this would be what he wanted. His hot breath tickled the side of my neck and he used his other hand to yank my t-shirt down over my shoulder. He planted a kiss gently on my skin before his teeth dug into me, making me let out a small cry.
He pushed his crotch into my butt and ground against me. "Jason..." I breathed heavily, again. His bites moved down my shoulder, leaving a trail of dark red and purple marks on his way. I must admit, this was one of my favourite greetings so far. He suddenly removed his hand from my chest and tangled it in my hair. His other rested on my back and pushed me down so my face was pressed against the glass. "Now moan." He growled as he roughly tugged my shorts and panties down. "One of my colleagues seems to think that he's the boss. But he isn't, is he?" A flush went up through my body and I could feel myself getting wetter. He was having a hard time, and I was the means by which he was going to relieve his stress. He slapped my ass, hard, and I let out a squeal. "Is he?" He said more loudly.
"No, Daddy, he's not." I struggled to say.
"Good girl." He said, with a smile in his voice. His finger gently slipped down over my butt and towards the warm, wet spot between my legs. I whimpered. He chuckled. "So who is the boss, Kitten?"
I took a deep breath, "You, Daddy." I mustered the control to say. I heard him laugh a little, but then his serious tone returned.
"So why would he treat me like that? I don't fucking know." He slipped a finger inside me so I clenched my jaw and shut my eyes tight. "But it makes me so angry, it's so frustrating, I have to take out this tension somehow." I whimpered again and lent all my weight on the table. Suddenly, I heard his belt be undone and his trousers slip down. I couldn't contain a squeal as I felt his cock pressed against my hole. I tried to raise my head but he twisted my hair, making me cry out in pain and pushing my cheek into the wood. "Fuck, you're so tight..." I gave him a loud moan in return as he buried himself inside me. I felt so full, I could barely take it all. "Good little slut, you're doing very well." He purred before pulling out completely. I whined, wanting it back, but my gentle sounds were replaced by squeals as he slammed his cock back into me. Every push hurt, but I wanted more, I wanted it even more rough.
