"Bend over the desk," Jason commanded, his voice taking on a tone of authority that sent shivers down
Sarah's spine. "Flat. I want you spread out for me."
Sarah moved quickly to obey, her heart racing with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. She walked to
the desk and bent forward, laying her torso flat against the smooth wooden surface. Her arms stretched
out in front of her, and she turned her head to the side, watching Jason as he approached.
He moved behind her, his hands coming to rest on her hips. Even through her dress, his touch was
electric, sending waves of sensation through her body. He slowly lifted the hem of her dress, pushing it up
to reveal her fishnet-covered legs, then higher to expose her black lace panties."Beautiful," Jason murmured, his hands caressing her ass through the thin fabric. "You're absolutely
beautiful, Sarah."
The words made her heart swell. When was the last time someone had called her beautiful and meant it?
When was the last time she'd felt desired rather than used?
Jason hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down, exposing her
fully. Sarah felt vulnerable but safe, exposed but protected. It was a strange combination of feelings, but
somehow it felt right.
She heard the sound of Jason's belt buckle, the rustle of fabric as he freed himself. And then she felt it—
the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, hot and impossibly large.
"Oh my god," Sarah gasped, feeling the size of him. "You're... you're huge."
"I'll be gentle," Jason promised. "At first."
He pushed forward slowly, carefully, letting her body adjust to his size. Sarah's mouth fell open in a silent
cry as he entered her, stretching her in ways she'd never been stretched before. It should have hurt—it
did hurt, a little—but the pain was mixed with pleasure in a way that made her head spin.
Inch by inch, Jason filled her. Sarah could feel every ridge, every vein, every thick inch of him as he
claimed her body. Her stomach began to bulge slightly, the outline of his massive cock visible through her
skin as he pushed deeper.
"So tight," Jason groaned, his hands gripping her hips firmly. "So perfect."
Finally, he was fully seated inside her, his hips pressed against her ass. Sarah felt impossibly full,
stretched to her limits, and yet it felt amazing. She'd never felt anything like this—this sense of
completion, of being utterly filled and claimed.
Jason began to move, pulling back slowly before pushing in again. Each thrust was deliberate, controlled,
designed to give her body time to adjust. But as Sarah's moans grew louder, as her pussy grew wetter
and more accommodating, he increased his pace.
"Yes," Sarah gasped, her fingers clutching at the edge of the desk. "Yes, oh god, yes!"
Jason's hand came up to her throat, his fingers wrapping around it gently. He applied just enough
pressure to make her gasp, to make her feel controlled and dominated, but not enough to actually restrict
her breathing. It was perfect—scratching an itch she'd never even known she had.
With Trex, sex had been about his pleasure, his dominance, his cruelty. But this... this was different.
Jason's dominance was protective, caring, designed to give her pleasure even as he took his own. The
hand on her throat made her feel owned, but in the best possible way. Safe. Cherished. His.
"You like that?" Jason asked, his voice rough with desire. "You like being choked while I fuck you?"
"Yes!" Sarah cried out, her voice strained but ecstatic. "Yes, I love it! I love how it feels! I love—oh god!"
Her first orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing around Jason's cock, her pussy clenching
and spasming. She'd had orgasms before, but never like this. This was overwhelming, all-consuming, a
pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
But Jason didn't stop. He kept thrusting, kept filling her, kept pushing her higher and higher. His hand
remained on her throat, applying that perfect amount of pressure, while his other hand gripped her hip
hard enough to leave bruises.
Sarah loved the way her stomach bulged with each thrust, loved seeing the outline of his cock moving
inside her. It was obscene, impossible, and absolutely perfect. She'd never felt this good from sex, neverfelt this warm, this comfortable, this sense of truly belonging to someone.
"More," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, Jason, more!"
Jason obliged, increasing his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. The desk shook with the force of
his movements, items sliding and falling to the floor, but neither of them cared. The only thing that
mattered was this—this connection, this pleasure, this claiming.
Sarah lost count of her orgasms. They blended together into one continuous wave of pleasure, each peak
higher than the last. Her mind went blank, her world narrowing to just the sensation of Jason inside her,
owning her, making her his.
"I'm going to cum," Jason finally growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm going to fill you up, Sarah. I'm
going to mark you as mine."
"Yes!" Sarah screamed, her body tensing in anticipation. "Yes, please! Fill me! Mark me! Make me yours!"
Jason's grip on her throat and hip tightened, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep
as he could go and came.
The sensation was indescribable. Sarah felt the first spurt of his cum hit deep inside her, hot and thick,
and then more followed. So much more. Her belly began to swell, filling with his seed, expanding like a
balloon being inflated.
It kept coming, more than should have been possible, more than any normal man could produce. Her
stomach grew rounder, fuller, stretching her skin. She looked down in amazement, watching her belly
inflate, and the sight only intensified her pleasure.
By the time Jason finally stopped cumming, Sarah's belly was massively distended, looking like she was
nine months pregnant with twins. She felt impossibly full, stuffed with.
TRANSITION]
What followed was two hours that transformed Sarah completely.
Jason claimed her thoroughly, moving from the desk to the couch and back again, ensuring she
understood exactly what it meant to be his. Each touch, each whispered command, each moment of
overwhelming pleasure reinforced the bond forming between them. Sarah's initial fear melted away
entirely, replaced by devotion and an almost desperate need to please him.
By the time they finished, Sarah lay sprawled on the leather couch, her body trembling with aftershocks,
her mind floating in a haze of bliss. She could barely form coherent thoughts, but one certainty burned
bright in her consciousness: she was pregnant. She knew it with absolute conviction, felt it in her very
core. Jason's child was already growing inside her, and the knowledge filled her with profound joy.
Jason stood, straightening his clothes with practiced efficiency. He'd barely broken a sweat despite the
intensity of the past two hours. His shirt went back on, buttons fastened with quick precision. He ran his
fingers through his hair, restoring order to his appearance. Within moments, he looked every bit the
professional store owner again, showing no outward sign of what had just transpired.
Sarah, by contrast, remained a beautiful mess on the couch—clothes scattered around the office, her
body marked with evidence of his claiming, her expression one of complete contentment.
[AFTERMATH]
Jason stepped out of his office, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The hallway was quiet, the
sounds of the store muffled by distance and walls. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to
Jessica: Office. Now.Less than a minute later, Jessica appeared at the end of the hallway, her heels clicking purposefully
against the tile floor. She'd changed out of her blood-stained clothes from the morning's incident and now
wore a crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt that emphasized her professional demeanor. Her dark
hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and her expression was calm and knowing.
"Boss," she said as she approached, her eyes already moving past him to the closed office door. A small
smile played at the corners of her lips. "I take it the interview went well?"
Jason couldn't help but return the smile. "Very well. Sarah's going to be an excellent addition to the team."
"I'm sure she will be." Jessica's tone carried layers of meaning. She'd been through this process herself,
after all. She knew exactly what "excellent addition" meant in this context.
Jason opened the office door, and Jessica stepped inside. Her eyes swept the scene with professional
assessment—the scattered clothes, the disheveled couch, the faint scent of sex and sweat hanging in the
air. And there, sprawled on the leather couch, was Sarah.
The young woman looked utterly wrecked in the best possible way. Her skin was flushed, her hair a
tangled mess, her body displaying the marks of thorough claiming. But her face... her face wore an
expression of such complete happiness that it was almost radiant. Her eyes were half-closed, unfocused,
and a dreamy smile curved her lips.
"Oh my," Jessica murmured, though her tone held approval rather than surprise. "You really did a number
on her, didn't you?"
"She needed to understand her place," Jason said simply. "And she does now."
Jessica nodded, moving closer to the couch. She crouched down beside Sarah, her expression softening.
"Sarah? Sweetie, can you hear me?"
Sarah's eyes drifted toward Jessica's voice, though they didn't quite focus. "Mmm... pregnant..." she
mumbled, the word slurred but distinct. "His baby... so happy..."
"I know, honey. I know." Jessica reached out and gently brushed some hair from Sarah's face. The
gesture was surprisingly tender. "Let's get you cleaned up and settled, okay?"
She looked back at Jason. "I'll take her upstairs, get her situated in one of the spare rooms. She's going
to need a few hours to recover."
"Good. Make sure she has everything she needs. Water, food when she's ready for it. Let her rest as long
as necessary."
"Of course." Jessica began gathering Sarah's scattered clothes, folding them with efficient movements.
"What about her position? Where do you want her working?"
Jason considered for a moment. "Start her in grocery with Hannah. She's got retail experience, and
Hannah's good at training. Once Sarah's settled in and showing, we can reassess based on her
strengths."
"Sounds good." Jessica had collected all of Sarah's clothes and now turned her attention back to the
young woman on the couch. "Alright, Sarah, let's get you dressed enough to make it upstairs. Can you sit
up for me?"
Sarah made a valiant effort, managing to push herself into a sitting position with Jessica's help. She
swayed slightly, still clearly not fully present, but the smile never left her face. "He chose me," she
whispered, wonder in her voice. "He actually chose me..."
"Yes, he did," Jessica confirmed, helping Sarah into her underwear and dress with practiced efficiency.
She didn't bother with the bra—Sarah was in no state for complicated clothing. "And you're going to bevery happy here. We all are."
"You too?" Sarah's eyes finally managed to focus somewhat on Jessica's face. "You're his too?"
"I am." Jessica's smile was genuine. "We all are. And we take care of each other. You're part of the family
now."
Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes, but they were tears of joy. "Family..."
Jessica got Sarah's shoes on her feet, then stood and helped the young woman to her feet. Sarah
wobbled, and Jessica immediately wrapped an arm around her waist for support. "Easy now. One step at
a time."
Jason watched as Jessica guided Sarah toward the door. The contrast between them was striking—
Jessica perfectly composed and professional, Sarah barely able to walk straight but radiating happiness.
At the doorway, Jessica paused and looked back at him.
"Welcome back to the floor, boss. Things have been running smoothly, but I'm sure everyone will be glad
to see you."
"Thanks, Jess. You've done excellent work today."
A flash of pleasure crossed Jessica's face at the praise. "Just doing my job, sir."
Then she was gone, guiding Sarah down the hallway toward the stairs that led to the residential area
above the store. Jason could hear Sarah's soft, happy murmuring and Jessica's patient responses as
they moved away.
Jason stood alone in his office for a moment, surveying the space. It would need to be tidied up, but that could wait. He had a store to run.