EroticReverie

Delia and Victor

Delia Farris

I smile across the dinner table at Victor Valdez.  I knew exactly what was expected of being a “secretary” for one of the four richest men in the state.  I’d worked in the mail room for a few months down stairs, then eventually went from sorting to delivering it to the offices in the building. 

Victor Valdez had been in the elevator with me one afternoon, took a very long obvious look at my figure and asked if I had any secretarial experience. When I’d shaken my head he’d smirked and told me it didn’t matter. 

The next day I no longer worked on the bottom floor of the building, but instead was moved to the top floor as his “secretary”. 

I had his face in between my legs within an hour of my first day , and his cock in my mouth by lunch. And was fucked on the leather couch in his office before I punched out at the end of the day. 

“You lied to me. You have plenty of experience.” He’d grinned as he kissed me with his cum dripping down my legs. 

That was two years ago. Victor was the best of the four of the men that ran the company together. Yes he was an asshole, entitle and kind of a dick to everyone. Except for me. Being his secretary has been easy. He treats me like a queen , and fucks me like one too. While Victor was greedy power hungry man when it came to money and his business, in the bedroom he was generous. A real giver. The man loved three things. Money. Power. And pussy. Mine to be exact. The man could eat me all day if he could, and some days, he does. 

“If you think I’m quitting so you can hire some whore to replace me, you’re mistaken.” I tell him. Because for the past three months, he’s tried to tell me that he doesn’t want me working anymore. Even though my job only entails being readily available to relieve him of stress. 

He rolls his eyes and takes a sip of wine that costs more than two months rent at my old apartment for a bottle of it. 

“Are you bored of me? Is that it?” I ask. 

“If I was bored of you, I wouldn’t have put a ring on your finger.” He says and I look down at the obnoxious, yet honestly stunning ten carat diamond.  

I wiggle my fingers and cock my head and admire it. When I look up he’s smirking. 

“Whose pussy will you eat during the day if I’m not there?” I ask and he laughs. 

“Nobody’s. Just yours , love.” He says. And I believe him.  Because like I said Victor is the good one out of the four. He’s never cheated. He was married once when he was younger and his college sweetheart got into some freak ski lift accident when vacationing with her family, and passed away. He never married anyone again. Never dated anyone again. Just fucked women looking for a sugar daddy, and fucking his “secretaries”. Apparently in his older age he decided he was tired of being lonely, and I’d been the fix for it. 

Some will call me a gold digger. And yes, at the beginning that’s exactly what I was. But then I got to know him, and actually fell in love with him. He made it impossible not to. He was good in bed, a generous lover, he was smart, he was kind ( to me ), he didn’t talk down to me , and he’s made me his priority time and time again. He’s proved to me that he’s exactly what he promised me he would be when he told me he wanted to be exclusive with me. That he didn’t want me screwing anyone else or seeing anyone else. I hadn’t been anyways, but I’d agreed.  

The other three secretaries envied me. I’d gotten the good one, I was more than just holes to him. I’d gotten a fucking ring . I got moved in just months after starting to date him. I was shown off at events and galas, not as his accessory, but his girlfriend, now fiance. Maribel and Krissy often accompanied their own bosses at events.  Poor Hannah never got to be Cristoffs arm candy, because Cristoff gave that job to his wife. Hannah seems to revel in it though, being the mistress to a married man. Good for her. But I know deep down all three of them want what I have with Victor.  They want to be more than the “secretary”. 

“No.” I say simply to Victor.

“Sweetheart” he sighs. 

“Don’t sweetheart me, I said no.” I say and pick up my wine glass and sip it as I look over at him. His eyes on mine. 

I lower the glass and lick my lips. 

“And if you want me to smother your face with my pussy later. You’ll drop it, now.” I say and his eyes darken and his nostrils flare. 

“Whatever you say sweetheart” he breathes and I smile at him and give a soft nod. 

That’s the thing about Victor. He’s madly in love with me. I’m not sure why. The man could have any woman in the city, in the fucking world and he treated me like I was the only woman to exist. But  he enjoys that I was always easy , but never a pushover. I could be agreeable, when it suited me. But when it didn’t, I was stubborn and assertive and made sure I got what I wanted. He told me as much , that he liked that I was sweet AND “spicy”. 

After dinner , I jerk him off while he drives us home and finish him off in the twelve car garage with my head in his lap , bobbing up and down as he praises me and tells me how lucky he is to have me. And he is lucky. And so am I. 

While he works in his office , I shower and do my skincare routine, that has grown from a two step drug store face wash and moisturizer routine, to a ten step routine with luxury products that old me would have to save all year to afford an ounce of. 

When I’m done I put on lingerie and heels and put my hair up into a loose chignon and make my way to his office. 

His head lifts when I walk in wearing soft pink lace lingerie , complete with a garter belt and matching heels. 

He looks up over his laptop, glasses perched on his nose as he drops his chin and peers over them at me. 

“Incredible.” He says and I smile and walk into the office and then get on my hands and knees. Giving him a show of crawling slowly across the room, his eyes following me and I keep mine on him as I crawl around the desk and he turns in his chair. My eyes going to his lap and I smile at the bulge in his pants. I was always a fan of how easy it was to make him fully hard for me. 

“I need attention.” I pout and then place my hands on his thighs and stand and then turn and sit my ass in his lap.

“And I’ll give it to you, always”

He says with his hands going to my waist. Over my stomach and upward as I lean back , dropping my head on his shoulder as he cups my breasts and nuzzles his nose into my hair near my ear. 

“Youre the most beautiful woman, you know that don’t you?” He asks as he rubs his hands over my breasts and I nod. 

“I do” i answer him with a moan. 

“I love you Delia” he exhales. “So much”

“I love you more” I say as I roll  hips, making my ass push harder into his lap. 

“Come to bed, make love to me” I say , reaching one hand up and behind his neck and holding it as I turn my head to face him, kissing on his jaw. 

“Give me five minutes” he whispers. 

I shake my head and he groans.  

“Now” I say softly. “I want my man, now” 

He groans and I bite his jaw softly. 

“Please?” I whisper politely , knowing it’ll work to hear his demanding fiancé say please to him. 

“Alright sweetheart” he hums. “Let’s go” 

I smile and stand and he turns and locks the laptop and stands and I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him as I press myself against him. 

Once my lips are swollen from his kisses, we go upstairs and I undress him , kissing him all over as I remove his clothes and bring him to bed. 

I lay down, letting my head hit the pillow. And I spread my legs and he smiles and gets on the bed and lays between my legs and starts to kiss my pussy.  I roll my hips, letting my pussy grind on his mouth , my crotchless panties allowing him to lick my pussy , to kiss it, praise it as he murmurs how perfect I am. 

He groans and his tongue works me slowly, my clit, my cunt, licking me deep inside , and dragging his tongue to my clit and flicking it and then diving back down. I loved his tongue inside of me. While most women would prefer their clit steal all the attention. I loved hearing his groans when he shoved his face into my cunt, trying to force his tongue deep inside of me. I loved listening to him suck at my wet pussy, and growl against my aching cunt while

He tongue fucked me. 

My hands slip into his hair. My feet push to the bed and I ride his tongue, pushing my pussy into his face, using his tongue. His nose pushing at my clit. 

“Mmmm, Vic” I moan and he grunts and pushes his face it even harder into me as I pant his name and keep fucking his face with my pussy. 

I don’t know how I got so lucky. I loved this man. He checked every box. Handsome. Good in bed. And rich. And most of all, was obsessed with me. In love with me. Truly fucking loved me. Cherished me. Gave me everything I wanted and needed. 

He moves up, kissing my stomach. Between my breasts. Up my neck. 

“I want a baby” he says and I blink. My panting halts. 

“What?” I whisper.

“A baby.  I want to have children.” He says and I just lay there. 

“Since when?” I exhale and he lifts his head and looks at me. Stunned is an understatement. I wasn’t maternal. Kids were never part of the picture when I planned my future. And we talked about them, once before. Once. I’d told him I didn’t want kids. Because I really didn’t. And I’d also assumed that’s what he wanted to hear. What fifty year old man wants to start a fucking family? 

“Since always.” He says and I place my hands on his chest. 

“Vic…” I say his name. And nothing else. He frowns. 

“You don’t want to have children with me?” He asks. 

“We…I…..this is hardly the time to discuss this.” I say. 

“Why not?” He asks. 

“We talked about this already.” I say. 

“Yeah. One time.” He says. 

“Exactly!” I say becoming frustrated.  His lips tighten and he rolls off to the side and onto his back and exhales. 

“And I told you I didn’t want children. YOU didn’t want children.” I say and sit up and look at him. 

“I never said that.” He says and I think back. No. He hadn’t. 

“Well you didn’t say you wanted them either.” I remind him. 

“Because you said you hadn’t wanted them.” He says. 

“Because I don’t.” I say and I see it. His face. His feelings are hurt. But. What the hell? 

“I thought you’d change your mind. Once you-“

“I didn’t.” I say and he looks at me. 

“After all I’ve given you, you’d deny me this?” He asks and my jaw drops. 

“This  isn’t a fucking tennis bracelet Victor! It’s a baby!” I hiss and push out of bed. 

“I want a family Delia.” He says and I huff and kick off my heels and storm to the closet and strip off my lingerie because clearly we were not having sex tonight. I slip on a more comfortable sleep set of sleep shorts and cami top. I pull out my hair and grab a hair tie and pull it back and then walk back into the room. He’s sitting on his side of the bed , his back to me. 

This could end everything, I think. But I didn’t want a fucking child. I was selfish. Too selfish to have a child that’s for sure. I wouldn’t procreate just because the man I loved decided to spring on me that he wanted to start a family at fucking fifty years old. I didn’t want to deny him this. But , like I said, it’s not a fucking tennis bracelet, it’s a whole ass human being. I didn’t want to change diapers and get up in the middle of the night. I didn’t want to be responsible for a fucking child and have to raise it into a semi decent human being. 

“I’m going to go sleep in one of the guest rooms.” He says. 

“Dont be ridiculous.” I hiss and he looks over his shoulder at me. 

“Is this…..is this why you wanted me to quit? So I could what? Be a stay at home mother? So you could try to breed me and-“

“Don’t talk like that.” He growls. 

“Like what?!” I raise my voice and throw my hands up in the air. 

“Talking about me breeding you, like I think of you as some kind of animal.” He says and stands and then is walking over to his robe

And pulling it on as I stand there arms crossed and wait for him. 

“Well? Was it? Was that your plan? Talk me out

Of the office and then into being pregnant?” I ask. 

He runs a hand through his hair with a long sigh. 

I laugh. A short, non humorous laugh. 

“It was. That’s what this has been about?” I ask. 

“Is it so fucking terrible that I want to have a family with you? That I love you so much I want to make a child with you?” He asks and I soften. But only slightly. 

“No Victor. It’s not.” I say then step closer and place my hands on his chest. 

“I love you.” I say softly “more than anything, but this is…I told you….before…I told you I didn’t want children.” 

“Well, I do.” He says and I stop soothing him with my hands. 

“Well you’re not the one with the womb, are you?” I ask and his jaw clenches. 

“Dont be a bitch.” He says 

I smack him. 

I swallow and I step back. I should apologize. But I wasn’t being a bitch. He was being unreasonable and unfair. 

“I’m going to the guest room.” He says and my lip trembles. I can’t believe I smacked him. But he’s never called me names. And he has no right to fucking make me feel like I owe him

This just because I’m in love with him. 

“Victor, I’m-“ I say and he turns. He waits. He looks at the hand that smacked him. Then back up at me. 

“You ever do that again, and I’ll pack your bags Delia.” He says and the tears fall. 

“I’m sorry” I cry and I move over to him quickly.  Grabbing him and grabbing his face and kissing him. He doesn’t kiss me back. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, please , I’m so sorry” I say and keep kissing him. 

“I love you” I cry. 

“You don’t hit people you love Delia.” He says and I cry. 

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just, I love you, please, come to bed, please , just come to bed, I’m sorry, please” I plead. 

He sighs and looks at me. I nod at his defeated sigh. 

“Come to bed” I say softly and sniffle. 

“We’re not done talking about this.” He says and I nod. Even though he could talk about this as much as he wanted. It wouldn’t change my mind. 

I wipe my cheeks and he takes off his robe and then walks over to the bed and I follow. He doesn’t reach for me. But I reach for him, I tuck myself into his arm and against his side and kiss his chest. 

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” He says and I just nod.

“Okay.” I say and he moves slightly and turns to me and then grabs my jaw. 

“You ever hit me again. It’s over.” He says and I nod several times. 

“I know, it won’t happen again. I’m sorry.” I say as my eyes water and he looks at me , he exhales and brings his mouth to mine. I whimper and grab his hair and part my mouth and he groans into my mouth. 

“I’m so sorry” I pant as he groans on my mouth and then slides his hand between my legs and into my shorts. 

“I love you” he growls. 

“I love you” I breathe and his mouth goes to my neck as his fingers slide inside of me and I gasp and buck against his hand as he fingers me hard and fast. 

“Victor” I moan as he kisses over my jaw and back to my mouth. 

“Take your clothes off” he groans. 

I nod, quickly removing my clothes. 

“Get on top.” He demands and I do as I’m told. 

I reach down and slide his cock into me and sink down, he groans as I begin to move. 

“I love you” he groans. 

“I love you” I moan as I ride him slowly. His hands on my hips. 

“Make me fucking cum Delia” he growls. And I whimper. Because he’s never talked to me this way. Like I was just….a “secretary”.

“Do your fucking job and make me fucking cum.” He groans and I stop. 

“Don’t talk to me like that.” I say and he grunts and slaps my breast hard and then grabs my throat. 

“Vic!” I yelp as he throws me onto my back and then thrusts violently into me. 

“Youre lucky I fucking love you” he growls and I whimper. 

He’s fucking me harder than he ever has. It’s not at all sweet or perfect like it’s always been.

“Are you punishing me because I won’t have your baby?” I ask half crying in anger and half crying being it hurts.

“You WILL have my fucking baby Delia.” He snarls and I cry , because I always thought he was the good one. I thought I had it all , I thought we were perfect. 

But we’re not.