I'm a monster. Not necessarily a bad man, I go to church and pay my

taxes, but I don't process emotions the way other people do. I don't

feel guilt or remorse and in their absence, everything else seems to be

amplified. If I get angry, I'm livid and if I'm in excited, I'm

obsessed. Not exactly Shelley's Frankenstein but not human enough for

most.

If we're going to get into nature VS nurture I'm pretty sure I

could blame everything on my father. He was truly a bad man. After

luring my mother here from Korea as a mail order bride with the promises

of a loving supportive spouse, I don't think he spent a day of their

marriage without beating her. As soon as I was old enough, I started

beating him back and thus I was sent off to every expensive and

prestigious private school he could afford, anything to keep me out of

the way. He wouldn't pay for my flights home so I learned to work hard

and seek opportunities with a feral sort of drive and hunger. I saved my

money and started investing well early on. The joy I received from the

look of shock on his face when I'd just appear on the doorstep to cave

his face in was magnificent.

Eventually, I graduated and headed to an

ivy league but not before spending the necessary funds to make sure my

father never hurt my mother again. I would have enjoyed doing it myself,

slowly and painfully, but I'd reached a certain amount of clout where

such a pleasure would be hazardous to my future. So, I let a

professional handle it. The only thing that was left of him was his eyes

because mine were the same villainous green.

I moved my mother from

that house to the city where I would attend and asked her what she

wanted to do with it. I was more than delighted to hold her hand on the

front lawn as we watched it burn to the ground. I'm sure she's always

known there was something wrong with me but compared to him, I was her

angel. Better the monster you love.

I graduated Summa *** Laude in a

master's program. With my mother in the same city, I could go year round

without issue. I only took time off post graduation to take her on a

visit to her homeland, a place she hadn't been in over two decades.

Now

at 28, I work as an Angel Investor. I could work from home but I have

an office downtown because my mother wanted to see me behind a desk. It

takes up a whole floor of a high rise just for me, my secretary, and a

lounge for clients.

I'd achieved so much so young that I had to

prioritize on what I wanted next. I could spend my life roaming the

world but the constant traveling seemed a bit pointless. What would I

see? People and land. It would be beautiful, no doubt, but people and

land, people and land. I could volunteer somewhere but that was also

pointless, I would just be a person doing more for my own experience

than another's benefit.

And then, the thought started in my head. It

was barely a flicker at first, not yet a glimmer, but it grew brighter

with each passing day. Maybe it was time to start thinking about

immortality. I'm not talking about the fountain of youth or anything

mystical, but the old fashioned way. It was time for progeny.

I

pushed the idea around in my head for a while until I realized it wasn't

going away. I was going to have children within the next few years. It

was no longer an option, only inevitability as I started rolling the

ball forward. I would talk about going on a hunt for the perfect mother

of my children but she was working for me all along.

My secretary was

the perfect fit. Her name was Samantha Logan, nicknamed Sam. I couldn't

make this up. She grew up in a small town in Southern Georgia. So

small, the biggest event of the year was a peach festival. Her father

was a minister, mother a school teacher. She was my perfect little slice

of pure Americana. A wonderful wholesome balance to the mighty level of

f*cked up which I inherited.

She was beautiful. Tall, which for me

was another bonus, wild curls that she kept in a high bun, and glowing

mahogany skin. Her thighs, god I could just think all day about her

thick thighs, wide birthing hips, and juicy a*s. Sam was a full woman,

even her waist which pulled in tightly from her hips was still soft. I

just wanted to run my hands all over her when I watched her move.

The

only thing was that she just so damn shy and scared. She was great in

business situations but socially, she shielded and hid constantly. It

annoyed me because I couldn't even take her to formal dinners because

she'd freak out as soon as she was out of a suit and in an evening gown.

I

found her exquisite but Sam was a chubby young woman who grew up a fat

little girl, an experience from which her confidence never quite

recovered. I'd bet a million that she was still a v*rgin. And honestly,

it would be one of the safer bets I'd taken. At 25, I'd never seen her

on a date or with anyone male or female. I could tell she felt a certain

way about me: stares lingering a bit too long, sudden jumps at my

voice, the way her fingers twitched and flittered nervously when I

talked to her.

I'm a good looking man: 6'4, brown black hair,

swimmer's build. I consider my looks a tool of my trade and work to keep

my muscle defined and my appearance groomed. I usually use them to

ensnare resources and charm a few wives to influence their husbands but

now I had to be a lure for my secretary. I'd be bait to break her out of

her shell once and for all and to start my family as soon as possible.

With

a plan set, I slowly began changing and readjusting appointments until a

Friday was completely clear. Sam didn't seem to catch on and I

personally made calls to make sure some numbskull didn't call her

directly and throw off my hard work. I hired a private investigator to

follow my little secretary while I did my own research and purchasing in

preparation of the big day.

It was as if the stars had aligned, everything went so smoothly. I received the reports from the private

d*ck

and the date I'd chosen was perfect, everything that I ordered arrived

on time, and Sam never had a clue. The trap was set and she was going to

waltz right into it.

She came into work that Friday in a pretty red

business dress and sweater. Her patented nervous smile and head nod

greeted me before she took her seat and booted up her computer. She

stared at the screen and clicked, then clicked again. The fact that

there would be no one in the office today must have finally hit her. I

walked and stood in the doorway of my private office.

"Sam, it seems we're going to be awfully lonely today."

"Uh,

Mr. Smith, I'm sorry. I must have made some scheduling errors

somewhere. I can call some of the clients to see if they want to come in

earlier." Her voice fluttered out, making me smirk.

"No, no. We

should get some things handled here anyway. However, would you join me

for tea?" There was a lovely bistro set in the lounge that we used for

coffee and tea together.

"Oh? Sure." She stood quickly. "I'll go make it right now."

"No,

no... That's quite alright. I'll make it today. Just have a seat

there." I winked at her and she bit a luscious full lip before going to

sit at the bistro.

The tea I ordered was mild like I knew she liked

but had enough flavor to hide the sedative I added to her infuser. It

would knock her out quickly but burn out fast, leaving me just enough

time to get her prepared. I set her mug in front her and sat with mine.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Sam."

She nearly choked on her tea and stared at me.

"Really Mr. Smith?"

"Absolutely.

I find you an integral part of my life. However, I don't think you're

being fully utilized at your current position."

Her eyes blinked a little slower than usual as she continued to sip the tea.

"Are you going to fire me?"

"No

no no..." I caught the cup before she could drop it and wrapped my

other arm around her waist, lifting her with me as I stood. "In fact,

you should think of it more as a promotion."

"Tired..." Her eyes batted for a few seconds before shutting.

"I know... I know."

I

set the cup down and scooped her up bridal style, carrying her into my

office. I had about 45 minutes to get everything prepared. I'd cleaned

off my desk already, so I set her down on the main section in front of

my chair.

The sweater went first, tossed on the couch in my corner

then the dress was easy to unzip and slip over her head. There was no

way it was coming down those thighs. I took a moment to run my tongue

across the soft flesh and groan. This was going to be fun.

Her underwear was cute, a matching brief and bra set in a pale pink with

little white polka dots. I was going to cut them off of her but I

wanted to see them on her again so I took the extra time to remove them

and send them flying with the dress to join the sweater on the couch. It

was definitely longer than I wanted because she started to stir a

little as I was tying the silk rope on her hands after securing her

ankles to the desk legs on each side of where I sit.

I sat at my

desk, enjoying my work as I listened to her mumble. She was stomach down

on the desk, arms tied behind her and legs spread. The combination of

the desk and chair made her the perfect height to do whatever I wanted

with her beautiful p*ssy.

And it was beautiful. It wasn't bare; she

seemed to be the type to be scandalized by such a thing. The lips were

soft and fat and as I ran a finger across them she shuddered, so nice

and sensitive. I ran my hand up from the back of her knee to her

mountain of *** and gripped it gently. It was a dream come true.

"Mr. Smith?" She seemed to be coming together once more.

"Yes?" I answered her nonchalantly.

"What are you doing?" Her voice trembled with a bit of fear.

"Getting you ready for your promotion... why?" I ran a finger over the rope binding her right ankle.

"I'm... tied up... and *****." Her body was quivering in front of me.

"And?"

She

gasped and I heard her sniffle. I stood and walked to the front of the

desk. I lifted her head with a gentle grip to her bun and smiled

soothingly. Her eyes were wide and panicked, too much white showing. It

didn't help her cause, only stirred the feral hunger of want inside of

me more.

"Sam. I'm going to eat you and then I'm going to stretch you

and f*ck you. It's not because I want to hurt you, in fact this won't

hurt at all. I'm doing this because I want you and no one else. I'm

going to marry and put a baby in you and I don't have time for your

crippling shyness, ok?"

Her jaw dropped and her eyes darted over my

face looking for a smirk or grin, anything to let her know I was kidding

and would release her. "But-"

I sighed and raised an eyebrow. "But what?"

"Why? Why me?"

I leaned forward and pecked her lips. "Because I want you."

She'd closed her eyes during the kiss but they popped back open as soon as I pulled back.

So cute.

"Why would you want me?" She looked incredulous and I laughed hard.

"I'll show you." I walked back behind the desk and put my hand squarely on her back. "Don't lift up."

I

sat back in my desk chair and ran my hands up the backs of her thighs.

She shuddered but didn't lift, good girl that she was. My hands ran up

over her as cheeks and down until I could pull her lips apart with my

thumbs. I lean in and licked from just above her clt and across her

inner folds to her already wet h*le. I circled the tip of my tongue

around it before dipping in to catch some of her sweetness. She tasted

even better than I'd imagined.

"Does being restrained excite you Sam?"

I could feel her skin heat but she didn't answer.

"I'll forgive you for not talking just this once but next time there will be a punishment. Are we clear?"

There was still no answer. I sighed and bit the top of her thigh. She shrieked and struggled.

"YES!"

I released the flesh and licked over my red teeth marks. "Yes what?"

"Yes we're clear."

I

kissed the spot tenderly. Since I'd converted the whole office from

scratch, I never had to worry about a nosy interloper hearing the sounds

of screams. The whole thing was sound proof. It was initially for both

the client and my confidentiality but now it had a new purpose.

"Good

girl." I fluttered kisses across her cl*t which had fattened after the

bite. My little secretary got off on being dominated. We were a match

made in heaven. I heard her try to muffle her moans so I sucked the

whole thing tightly into my mouth.

Her sounds were guttural as I

tugged and nipped at it with my teeth, all while keeping the suction

going. She struggled and writhed but knew better than to lift up. I

released it when I heard her whimper but pressed it flat with my tongue

as her hips bucked. She shook bad and squealed before drooping against

the desk.

'There's no way' I thought but as a slow stream of her

juice reached my lips I knew. I groaned and chuckled, lapping it up and

digging my tongue a bit further into her hole. "You came already my

little sweet? God, you must really love this. I love doing it to you.

Are you a v*rgin?"

She responded but I could barely hear her. I dug

my tongue a little deep within that tight little hole as she writhed and

whined. "You're going to have to be a little louder my dear."

"Yes!"

I

chuckled and gently eased a finger into her. "Relax. Just relax." She

was nice and slick so my finger eased deep in her slowly. I pumped it

and grinned, feeling her muscles clench and relax around it uncertainly.

She moaned and I kissed her hip. "Feel good?"

"Mmmhmm..." She shuddered and I saw her twist to look back at me but I put a hand on her back.

"If you have to lift then don't move." When she stopped, I picked up the pace of my plunging and latched onto her cl*t again.

"Oh God!"

She

whined and I felt those thick thighs trembling around me. I expected

her to cm again but she seemed to be stuck on the edge. I just kept up

the speed and hummed against the nub. She bucked and I used the second

org*sm to slip another finger into her clenching cre. I flexed and made

them scissor back and forth to keep the pleasure going.

"Mr. Smith, please!" Her voice rang out in a wail as her body went limp.

I

pulled my fingers out and sucked them clean as I watched her quake and

pant. She was much more sensitive than I'd anticipated but I'd gotten

her this far and didn't plan on stopping. "Hold it together little Sam.

We're just starting."

Reaching under my desk, I pulled out the bag I

brought with me. Inside was the thin vibrator I'd bought just for this.

There were sleeve to go with it but I didn't know if I could wait

through them. No, I had to be patient. If I didn't, I could hurt her.

I

traced the tip of the thin metal vibrator around her still quivering

hole. "Phase two my dear." I pressed it slowly in as she trembled. When

was about half way in, I turned it on the lowest setting.

"Ah! What's that?" I couldn't help but smile as she worked back against the toy.

"A

petite vibe, I thought it would be a good start for you." I pumped it

slowly, forcing her to work her hips faster to keep up the feeling. When

she did, I decided to reward her by turning it up.

"Ah-Ahh..." She arched her back and I stood to lean over her to watch her face as I pumped the toy faster.

"Kiss

me." I groaned at her eagerness as her lips crushed against mine. My

free hand gripped her bun to keep her locked there. My tongue slipped

into her mouth to caress hers. "I think you're ready for the sleeve

now." I spoke against her lips.

"What?"

I pecked her one last time and stood up again, turning off the toy and sliding it out. "One last stretch before I go in."

"Mr. Smith..."

"You

know my name is Tyler, right?" I began to ease the sleeve over the

metal vibe. It was the regular cock one; I couldn't see how she could

handle the ridged one just yet.

"Tyler... please wait." Her voice softly pleaded.

"For what reason?" I raised an eyebrow as I traced back and forth across her slit with the head.

"How can you be sure you want this?" Her voice fluttered and her hips twitched with every stroke.

"I want you." I sunk the toy in gently, watching her body tremble at the new invasion.

"Ah! It's big!"

I reached my hand down to strum her cl*t, halting the toy's progression. "Tell me when it's better."

It took a few moments but soon her hips were pressing against more of the toy. "It's better."

"Good

girl." I slowly moved the toy back and forth but never stopped stroking

her nub. As she got wetter, the pace got faster and I turned the toy

on: first at the lowest then up to the second notch. Her moans were

music to my ears.

I wanted to see her cm just once more before I

took her completely so I ratcheted it up to high and pinched her clt.

As I expected, the sudden abundance of stimulation knocked it right out

of the park and she was thrashing on the desk. It was like shooting fish

in a barrel with her. I almost felt bad.

When I'd thought she'd had enough, I snapped the toy off and eased it

out. I ran my hands over her still quivering flesh and placed kisses in

a random wandering pattern across her skin. "You've been such a good

girl. I'm going to untie you but if you act up I'll have to restrain you

again. Understood?"

"Yes." Her voice sounded dazed and far away.

I

untied the silk ropes, starting at her ankles then her arms. Even if

she wanted to run, I don't think she'd get far after a bombardment like

that. I eased her onto her back and kissed her knees. "How do your legs

feel?"

"A little sore..."

I nodded and began to massage them for

her, taking my time lean down between them and steal more kisses from

her full lips. "Do you wish you'd never come in today?"

"No..." She

seemed embarrassed by her own answer but I rewarded her with a deep kiss

anyway. I felt her arms wrap around me and broke the lip lock to nibble

at her forearms and wrists.

"Are you ready?"

Sam's eyes locked

with mine, staring deeply into them and searching for something. She

found whatever she was looking for because she began to nod. "Yes. Yes, I

am."

"Good." I pulled back from her arms and stripped off the rest

of my suit, grinning at her as each piece joined hers on the couch. I

dropped my boxers last and had to grab her ankle when she tried to

scramble back.

"Are you kiddin' me? That ain't gonna fit!!" I laughed

hard at the onslaught of her unfiltered accent before grabbing the

other ankle and yanking her forward to the edge of the desk.

"It

will. I stretched you enough. Just relax and it won't hurt." I moved one

hand to hook under her knee and let the other leg drop. "You can take

it, I'll go slowly."

I pressed the fat head against her entrance and

used my free hand to circle her clt, occasionally dragging my thumb

across it. As she began to relax, my cck head slipped in with a sudden

pop.

She arched and cried out and I strummed her nub until her body

relaxed. She was tight, a hot wet vice grip. I gritted my teeth and

focused as I slowly began to pump. I didn't come all this way to finish

early.

Her whimpers faded into moans as she began to lift her hips

against me. I smiled at the sight and leaned down to give her another

kiss. "Good girl. See, it's not that bad. Does it hurt anymore?"

"No..."

She groaned out and I picked up the pace a little, leaning over her to

add some pressure. It was so sexy to see her watching me, then her eyes

dropping to see my shaft pumping in and out of her. The look she had was

intoxicating. It was something like hesitant lust. As if it was in a

battle with nervousness and the latter was losing.

I took the time to

appreciate her beautiful breasts as they bounced up and down on her

chest with each ******. They were beautiful, delicious handfuls of

mahogany topped with dark chocolate.

I leaned my head down to catch

one in my mouth and suckle hungrily. She arched and writhed under me, so

sensitive and so tasty. I hummed against the flesh as I pumped.

Our

eyes locked as I switched sides, sharing the pleasure with her other

******. I could feel her walls fluttering around me and she broke our

stare as her eyes rolled back. I was getting close too, she was too damn

tight to last much longer but I wasn't going to cm until she did.

"Ty... ler... Wait... I'm... OH GOD!" As she came, I let her sweet

cre's convulsions bring me over. I gripped her hips and buried myself

to the base, feeling my seed fill her.

She arched and cried out

before collapsing back. I leaned over to kiss her neck and between her

breasts as I ran my hands up and down her sides. She whimpered and

trembled before finally meeting my lips for a kiss before snatching

back.

"Wait! I'm ovulating!" She tried to pull back but I leaned

forward, settling my full body weight on top of her. Poor little Sam

struggled under me for a little while before realizing she couldn't win

and stopping with a whine. I stroked a few of the springy curls that had

come a loose from her bun. Of course I knew she was ovulating. I

wouldn't have hired a man to follow her and go through her trash for

many other reasons.

"Well I guess we should get married soon huh?"