Title:
How baby sluts are made
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Rotti/OC
Rating:
M/R/NC-17
Word Count: 1801
Summary: I'm working on a "Largo
Family History" sort of story, and this is a part I just
finished that I think pretty much stands on it's own. Rotti hired a
young woman to care for Luigi and Pavi when Pavi's mother died, but
wasn't totally honest about why he hired her.
Warnings: Sex and
BDSM themes. and sex with Rotti. I think that should have a warning
unto itself.
One of the more terrifying places in the
world is across from Rotti Largo's desk. But Kimbery had been
summoned and there she sat.
"I was not honest when I hired you,
Kimbery" Rotti said. She was sitting across from his desk, looking
very tiny and scared on that couch.
"oh?" she managed to
squeek out.
"I threw out many possible candidates because they
were too old, had too much surgery, or were genetically imperfect. I
want my family to be whole. I want my children to have someone to
look up to, and you have filled that. What I need now, is another
child. I selected you because you have compatible genes with mine,
and a 90% chance of bearing a girl as our firstborn"
Kim went
pale. She stuttered, unsure of which of the million questions should
be the first one out of her mouth. She decided on "How?"
"I
have been advised by the very best surgeons that the natural way
would be best-- I am getting older, you know--"
"you're not
even 40, sir"
Rotti smiled "Thank you. But even 37 is getting
old for making a baby in this day and age. Back when Luigi was born,
people still had accidental children. But now you are lucky if you
can get a natural child with all the chemicals and organ problems
people have" he paused "I did run a check on you I hope you don't
mind. When you got your new intestine, they checked your uterus, you
are in perfect condition for this. I don't want to risk an implanted
fetus, so I would much prefer artificial insemination. Do you know
how that works?"
Kim nodded.
"Are you willing? The child
would be legally and financially totally mine. I would have you and I
both sign a waiver to that effect."
She hesitated. Paviche would
love a little sister. She would love to have a baby to care for.
"Of
course, you would have to abstain for a few months until you got
pregnant because you will be on fertility treatments.."
Kim
burst out laughing. "Boss, you dont have to worry about that, I'm a
virgin"
Rotti was shocked "still? With all the attractive men-
and women- in this city?"
She nodded, returning to seriousness.
"If the insemination does not work you'll be my first"
"then
you
accept?"
"yes."
Six
months passed, and no baby. Kim once again found herself in front of
Mr. Largo's desk, this time because she had requested to be here.
"This isn't working" she stated. "I think it's time to
consider the other option. I want this to be over, I want to be able
to focus on the boys again... it's hard when I have to go get hormone
shots every day making me crazy and get sperm injected in my bits 5
days a month."
Rotti sighed. "I suppose. I'll pencil you in
for next month"
It was, as expected, horrible for both of them.
She cried silently the whole time, embarrassed and ashamed. This
didn't live up to the standard all girls had at one time of finding
the right person and the first time being important and special. She
had never even been naked in front of a man and here she was, flat on
her back for her boss. He talked her though it and took an awfly long
time to get off, which felt like an eternity to her. When he was
done, although invited to stay out of politeness, she declined. The
rest of the week went the same way. There was less crying, and it
went quicker, by the fifth day, they had the entire process down to
15 miserable minutes.
Again, the office, 1 month later. Kim had
been summoned on the first day of her ovulation. "You wanted to see
me sir? I though we had a time tonight--"
"That is exactly
what I wanted to talk with you about, I know you were miserable. I
want to know if there is anything I can do to make it less so for
you. This is a business arrangement but that doesn't mean that we
don't need to enjoy ourselves." he got up, walked to the other side
of his desk and leaned on it so he could be closer to her. "So tell
me what you're into"
"I'm not really--"
"Don't lie to
me, I can check the router logs for what porn you watch" he smiled
mischievously.
Kim held back a smile. Sometimes it was starting to
seem as if her boss was omnipotent and omniscient. "You'll think
I'm a freak"
"I won't care if you're a freak"
"I take
care of your kids, sir. Are you sure you want to talk about
this?"
"As their father, I'd rather know than worry about
it."
She inhaled sharply and got it out as fast as she could.
"I'm into pain and domination"
"Giving or receiving?" he
asked without missing a beat.
"Receiving" she let out a
relieved sigh.
He nodded. "I'll see what I can do about that."
as she turned to go, he added "I know Luigi might hit you
sometimes, try not to enjoy it until he is 18"
She grinned as
she stepped onto the elevator. "I'll try sir."
Later that
evening, as she was cleaning up after dinner, she got a call, another
summon to his office. She checked the time-- she wasn't late to their
appointment yet. She dried her hands on a dishrag and took the
elevator to his office. "You wanted to see me?" she asked.
"I
was just on the phone with Luigi's math teacher. He is failing. He
hasn't turned in a homework assignment in a month. If I am not
mistaken, it is your responsibility to make sure the boys stay up to
date in school. Isn't it?"
Kim swallowed hard and nodded.
"Bend
over the desk and don't touch anything. Put your hands down flat."
she complied with his orders, he picked something up off his desk and
moved behind her. "See that sheet? Read off every assignment that
he missed. Number them"
"One, page thirt--" she gasped as a
hand smacked across her ass. "--ty five, problems one through
twenty." it dawned on her what he was doing, and he was doing it
well. It seemed quite effortless for him.
"Two, page fourty- ah-
problems one through twenty two."
At assignment five, instead of
his hand, a warn leather paddle cracked across her already warm ass.
It thudded, and stung far worse than his hand. She gasped in shock
and tried to look back at him. "Keep your head down or you'll get
extra at the end"
"Six, page seventy ow three problems one
through 39 odd"
At ten, he stopped her and put his fingers under
the hem of her skirt. He pulled it up slowly and rested it on her
back. He was surprised to note she wore an old fashioned garter belt
instead of tights, enjoying the view and taking his time. Even though
she still had panties on, he could already see her ass was turning a
nice shade of pink. He stepped back to appreciate his work. She
looked hot, in a strangely wholesome way, wearing Mary Jane style
heals and black tights,a long black skirt now rumpled, and white,
professional looking shirt. "Carry on" he ordered.
"Eleven,
page one hundred ten- ah- problems one through 39 odd."
This
carried on until she finished the month. She panted and just started
to relax, when Rotti's booming voice fell on her like a ton of
bricks. "You looked up at me three times" Although Rotti had
never really explored this particular kink, it fell right in with his
personality, to be in charge, to be picky, to have protocol . He let
his hand slip into her panties, teasing and gaging whether this was
doing anything for her. It was quite clear that it was. "Three more
then" the paddle cracked on her ass three times in quick
succession.
She heard the pop of a button coming undone, the zip,
and a rustle. She didn't dare to look up. She heard the order to get
on her knees. She did, facing him, at eye level with his belly
button. She put her hands on his buttock and took the organ in her
mouth with restrained disgust. It had been years since her last
boyfriend, but she remembered this part well. Her eyes closed, she
was able to imagine that this was not her boss, not a man old enough
to be her father, and forget the purpose of this sex. She flicked her
tongue on the underside of the tip, pressing her lips gently around
it. Rotti moaned, he hadn't really expected her to be any good at
giving head, but she was damn good at it. The need to take her rose
in him after a few minutes of the blowjob, and for the first time it
didn't feel forced as he pulled her into a standing position and
ripped off her panties. He pulled her hair as he walked and sat on
the couch across from his desk, pulling her to face him and be on his
hips. Her knees rested at his sides and her skirt fell around her
again. Rotti put his hands on her hips and jerked them up and down to
get her into a rhythm before letting her go on her own. "Faster,
please" he moaned. She complied and kissed at his neck and rubbed
his shoulders. His eyes closed and starting to flutter, he moaned and
arched his back as he came in her.
It took him a minute to catch
his breath, and when he did, she was already standing up to leave.
"Wait... I want to get you off... you deserve it."
"Sir, you
don't need to, this is a business arrangement, remember?"
"Get
back here and lie down, whore"
She didn't need telling twice.
Rotti roughly shoved her legs apart and put two fingers in her,
adjusting and moving them until she gasped. Rotti smiled, remembering
that noise from past lovers. He went at the spot quickly until her
hands clenched into fists and her eyes rolled back.
"You may go
now." Rotti said as he stood up and left the room, leaving the
panting, happy girl in his office.
Deep inside of her, an embryo
began to form.