Chapter 15: His Tender Claim

Timothy dismissed the others and went back to his office, leaving the door open. I went back to my spreadsheet and within the hour, I had finished it. I rolled my shoulders and looked into the office. Timothy was going over documents on his desk and I could tell he was frustrated. I stood up and went into his office. He immediately lifted his head and I paused when I saw his red rimmed eyes. I rushed to his side and climbed into his lap.

“Were you crying?,” I asked.

He wrapped his arm around me and buried his face in my chest. “I can’t do this, Natasha,” he whispered.

I tensed and tried to pull back. “I.. I’m sorry. I’ll go. I’ll find another-”

He raised his head to capture my mouth with his. He shifted me on his lap so that I was straddling him. He leaned back and I was forced to move with him. He cupped my ass and pushed up against me.

“They want to take you away from us,” he confided quietly. “They think they have a claim on you.”

“Who are they and what do they want with me?,” I questioned.

He pushed his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back to kiss my neck. “They can’t have you," he whispered into my throat. “This is where you belong. Here, with us.”

I melted into him at his words. I hadn’t felt this level of love since my father passed away. It was a nice feeling and I wanted to hold onto it for as long as I could. I nuzzled into his throat.

“Are you really busy or can we go home?”

“Fuck this. We can do whatever you want to do.”

I kissed his neck. “Let’s go home, then.”

“Which one?”

“Yours,” I murmured.

He helped me to my feet and got up. He led me to the elevator and held me close to his side during our descent. We made it to the door of the town hall and I pulled back. He turned towards me.

“What are you doing?”

“Letting you go first. I thought I was dating Raul…. At least in public,” I told him.

He sighed and took my hand. “Do you want to keep us a secret?”

I bit my lip as I thought about it. If I walked through town holding his hand, it would spread quickly and everyone would know I was a whore. His thumb stroked over my knuckles.

“Well?”

I linked our fingers together. “Let’s go home.”

He pulled me close to kiss me. “Good, because I really didn’t want to let you go.”

We walked through town together and I struggled to hold my head high as everyone stared at me. I tried to remind myself that I wasn’t doing anything wrong. This was consensual between all of us and we were happy. So, why did it bother me so much that people were looking at me the way they were?

“I told you she was a tramp.”

I froze and Timothy stopped beside me. He turned to face my mother, smiling coldly.

“Don’t make me embarrass you, Karen. Go home and stop making her feel bad.”

“You’re just like your father,” she sneered. “He couldn’t keep it in his pants either.”

He looked around at the crowd gathered. “Show of hands, who’s fucked Karen?”

Men started raising their hands and my mother paled.

“I was young….”

“Go home, Karen. Let Natasha live her life. You were once in her shoes. You of all people have no right to judge her. Just because you became monogamous doesn’t mean you always were.”

He put his arm over my shoulders to guide me through the crowd. He kissed my cheek.

“Stop caring so much about what she thinks. I don’t know if you counted, but her number was way higher than the 6 you have been with. And another big difference is that we actually care about you. She slept with whoever had an extra dollar.”

I stared up at him. “How did you know that? Did you sleep with her, too?”

He snorted. “No. I wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot pole. I remember walking in on her blowing my grandfather in his office during my training. He offered her to me. I don’t do sloppy seconds.” He leaned over to kiss my neck. “I do first dibs on a beautiful woman inside and out. She is not one.”

“Just how many women have you slept with?”

He chuckled. “Before you? Two. Since you, just you.”

I rolled my eyes. “We’ve only been involved for a few days. Give it time, I’m sure you will-”

He picked me up and carried me up his stairs to his front door. He moved down the hallway to a room on the first floor. He sat me on the bed and undid his tie. He lifted my legs one at a time to take my shoes off. He removed the rest of my clothes, before removing his, too. He picked me up again to move to the middle of the bed. He climbed onto it to lay on my side. He ran a finger from my lips, to my chest and over my stomach. He kissed me as he bent my leg up. He turned me a little on my side, so he could slip a finger into my pussy. I moaned into his mouth.

“There will never be anybody else, unless you walk away from me.” He added another finger and I arched my back. “But I’m begging you not to leave.”

I tilted my head back to look into his eyes. “Beg me some more.”

He spread my folds apart and gently eased inside of me. He pulled my leg back and I moaned as I instantly grew tighter. His other hand came up to wrap around my throat as he continued to thrust into me. He forced my head back, so that he could kiss me and I moaned into his mouth. His hand slowly moved from my throat to slide under my shoulders. He positioned my leg over his hips and tilted my hips more to the side so he could go deeper. His arm went over my waist to take my hand in his.

“Timothy,” I moaned.

He licked my neck. “That’s it, beautiful.”

He sucked on my neck and I got wetter. I closed my eyes as he started to rub on my clit. He bit down on my collarbone and I cried out as my body was shoved over the crest to float in the universe. He moved faster and I rolled my body, trying to ride out my tremors. He pushed on my stomach as he thrust deep. I screamed out as the pressure changed and my pussy clenched around him again.

“NATASHA,” he bellowed.

I collapsed back against him and he wrapped me up in his arms. He kissed my shoulder and I ran my fingers over his forearm.

“Timothy?”

“Yeah, Tash?”

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Yeah.”

I moved back against him, forcing him deeper into me. I yawned.

“Do you want kids, Tim?”

“Only if they are with you.”

I giggled as I closed my eyes. “Good, because my mother is right about one thing…”

“What’s that?”

I linked my fingers through his. “I’m not on birth control nor do I want to be.”