Julien leans in and whispers in my ear, “Good, ma marguerite, you only get away with calling me Julien.”
We get underway and jot down the list of ingredients and supplies. We are planning not only for the storefront to be sold, but the items that are needed just for the wedding event. It takes most of the day and Myla and I are super tired. Thomas had already left earlier since he started three hours before all of us. He opens early for the morning rush, and then Sara comes in before Julien. They have four other staff members, but those two are Julien’s favorites because they are amazing. Thomas is his head assistant baker. Sara runs the front end as the cashier and customer service rep, taking all the special orders.
“Let’s call it a night. Tomorrow we’ll get started on the cake for the actual wedding. We need to have a backup cake should something happen to the first, so we need a lot of baking and storing. We are going to be put to the test. Let me walk Mrs. Reed to her car first, and then we’ll clean up.”
“I left my purse and coat in your office, Mr. Beaumont,” Myla says.
“We’ll gather it first.”
He walks her out and then returns a minute later.
“You don’t have to do all that by yourself, my sweet morsel. I can help.” He moves to stand behind me.
“There’s not a lot left to clean. Myla has a knack for keeping an organized workstation. I believe that has a lot to do with being a mother.” He unties my apron, letting it fall to the floor in front of me.
“Yes, something I plan to help you with,” he growls, gripping my hips and grinding his cock against my ass.
“Yes, I believe you suggested that recipe earlier,” I answer through a moan as his teeth bite down on my shoulder.
“I’ve spent all day watching you bake. Have you any idea how erotic that is to me? I nearly came twice like a fucking schoolboy when you licked your lips after testing the icing. Look what we have here.” He reaches over, and there’s still a bowl of filling.
I slip my finger into the almost empty bowl and lick it off, sucking it for good measure. A low rumble comes from his chest, and I can feel it against my back. He swats my bottom. “You’re trying to get fucked rough right here, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. Beaumont.”
He quickly yanks down my yoga pants and sees I’m not wearing any panties. His first two fingers immediately push into my pussy hole. I gasp and then moan while he roughly finger fucks my slit. “Such a bad employee, Ms. Shaw. No panties.” He sucks on my throat and then pulls back hard. He goes to his belt and frees his cock from his pants. “Knees, now. You’re going to be punished. You like cream? I’ve got some for you.” He pushes me down onto the ground and opens my mouth, reaching for the bowl with the other hand and slipping two fingers in and swiping it over his cock.
“Clean me off, woman.” Gripping my hair, he guides me to his thick cock and I lick off the first bit of frosting before taking his head into my mouth. I moan and then begin sucking on his massive thickness. I don’t need any icing to take his cock. This man has made me a cock whore. I could gag on it all day if he let me. I don’t know what it does to me, but my pussy gushes as I take him deeper and deeper down my throat. Inch by inch, I take him until my nose is buried in his groin. “Good girl.”
“Fuck, I’m coming.” I reach between my legs and cry out, rubbing my pussy, crying his name. “Julien.”
He lifts me up off the floor. “Fuck, you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You’re coming from sucking my cock. I haven’t even come yet. I guess I’m saving this load for your creamy cunt where it belongs, but first I want to taste that juicy slit.” Another swipe of the last of the icing, and the cool frosting hits my clit.
“Fuck,” I moan. I’m so sensitive, and then his tongue hits my core. I damn near buck off the table, but he pins my hips down.
“Stay put. I’d hate to write you up for not following orders. Insubordination will not be tolerated.” He slaps my thigh.
“Fuck, what’s the punishment, Mr. Beaumont?” He pumps his finger in my pussy a couple of times and then slides it to my rear and then with a pop pushes just inside my ass.
“Oh,” I cry, thighs shaking. It doesn’t hurt because I’m soaked and he’s not far in, but I’m so turned on that I want him to fuck me hard like a dirty bitch.
“Are you going to take orders?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter because I’ll be fucking that little asshole one day. I want to possess every inch of you, Marilyn. I want you to belong to me in every way. Bred in every hole, full of my seed so there isn’t a spot I haven’t claimed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Julien. Eat me, fuck me, come inside me, please.”
“That’s such a good girl.”
He sucks on my pussy until I scream his name, and then he shoves his cock in one full thrust. I cry out as the table rocks. My knees are bent to my shoulders as he fucks me hard.
“You’re mine, ma marguerite,” he grunts. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Julien.”
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he roars, shooting his load deep into my womb.