Fate Cries Foul by Renier Larouche (reading list TXT) 📕

"Today will be your last day working here. Starting next week, I will be using you properly in the greenhouses and at my office. Your job today though is to turn this back into the original plot of dirt like I did three times before."

"I guess I haven't been the only one working on this ridiculousness," Gwen chuckled. "I can't let you show me up, though. I can take care of this."

"Actually, I arranged my schedule in such a way this week that would allow me to stay with you all day," Scott informed, smirking as always.

Gwen rolled her eyes playfully as she bent over to pick up the hoe. "Great, so I'll have you up my ass all day."

Scott reached down and hiked up Gwen's skirt. To his delight, there were no panties in sight, Gwen's bare ass shining in the sunlight. "In truth, I didn't necessarily plan on fucking you there today. Though I must say, the ass in question does look as exquisite as always."

Gwen let Scott grope her ass as she arranged the tools. "I am sure you saw plenty of it yesterday over your live feed. The camera thing is borderline creepy, by the way."

Scott laughed as he gave Gwen's ass a good swat causing her to drop the shovel she picked up. "My goal in life is always to be creepy enough to entice, but with aims not to cross over into the threshold of being disturbing."

Gwen finally stood up straight, leaning her body into his. She felt a distinct bulge in his pants rubbing against the exposed curves of her ass. "I guess I may be disturbing for how much I enjoyed rolling around in the dirt yesterday." Gwen paused as she reached back and rubbed at Scott's bulge through the fabric. "In fact, I am unsure why I was resistant to work with you. Becoming your fucktoy is one thing I will never regret."

Scott grabbed Gwen's wrist and slid her hand into his pants. She felt his dick directly against her palm, the shaft growing harder and harder. "The distance that grew between us is something that just happens to close people on occasion," Scott mused. He guided Gwen's other hand to the button of his pants. "You moved away to earn your master's degree and if you recall, we made it work for a time. Then, I started my business and we had fewer opportunities to see each other. Not to critique, but I must say I do find it interesting you chose to take in a boyfriend."

Gwen unbuckled the pants and pulled them down. She turned to face Scott as she gripped his cock in her hand. She tugged at it methodically as she stared the man in the eyes. "You know I'm practical. The rent on his place is fair and he is all right in bed. Still, I always knew he was just a placeholder for you." She stopped working the cock long enough to lift up her hand and spit in her palm. After her hand was sufficiently lathered, Gwen casually returned to her handjob duties. "Deep down, I knew I'd find my way back to you. I think that is why I moved back here instead of a thousand other places."

"Was he concerned when you told him you'd be working for me?" Scott asked, focusing on the feeling of Gwen's hand on him.

Gwen smirked. "I told him that we were good friends. I just conveniently forgot to inform him that you owned my body and soul."

Scott tilted his head back as Gwen picked up the pace of her movements. "That is wonderful to hear. Rest assured, you no longer have to live with that man. You can move here whenever you're ready."

Gwen's smile beamed as she used her free hand to massage Scott's balls. She slowed the motions of her primary hand in order to give Scott a series of sensual pulls. "That sounds great! You'll probably see me here tomorrow then. On Saturdays, Mark tries to cook. I have learned to dread Saturdays." Gwen bent down and slid the cockhead between her lips, picking up the pace of her hands yet again. She could feel Scott's balls throb in her grip.

Scott placed a hand on her head as he grunted. "Don't worry. I still know how to cook."

The dick trembled between Gwen's lips signaling to her that it was about to erupt. She pulled back and pointed the instrument at her ass. She looked down and saw a cascade of semen splash against the exposed flesh. The warmness of the cum contrasted to the natural heat of the sunlight, the concoction of sensation proving to be delightful. She scooped a bit up with her finger and slid it between in her lips, rolling it between her cheeks.

"I think we should get started," Gwen giggled. As she walked forward, the sperm gracefully glided down the contours of her ass cheek.

"I see you still have your delightful work ethic," Scott chuckled. "We'll work until about a quarter of the field is clean and then I will fuck your sexy body with the wooden end of the hoe. Sound like a plan?"

Gwen sucked her bottom lip and nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds delightful."

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~Past~

The morning was surprisingly cold for an August day. Perhaps, the weather was being sympathetic to Gwen's disposition. Scott and she had bouts of tension before, but Gwen failed to see how this particular hurdle could be overcome. She felt she finally put herself out there completely and was soundly rejected.

She laid in bed lazily, not caring that she was at least two hours late for work. There was no need to go in anymore. This was the final straw. The thought of not working in the lab anymore made her brain feel strangely numb, her eyes blankly gazing at the yellowed cracked walls of her temporary apartment. Within a few weeks, she planned to move in with Gavin. That idea made her mind feel even number.

The knock on the door sounded like booming thunder to Gwen. The noise brought her back to reality, making her realize she did not change out of her sleeping cloths yet. She assumed the visitor was Gavin. She opened the door and was shocked to see Scott standing in front of her. Immediately, she slammed the door. The thing did not shut though. Instead, the wood slammed against Scott's foot, causing him to yelp. Gwen had to stifle an urge to smile at that.

Scott seemed nervous and he had good reason to be. He stood in the doorway as Gwen glared at him. "Get out," she sneered, brandishing a hairbrush as a weapon.

Scott approached Gwen slowly, for once unsure what to say. Despite her 'weapon', Gwen did not attack as Scott walked in front of her. He stared down into her eyes. He looked at her for a few moments, obviously searching for the right words to say. "You were completely right and I was completely wrong," he confessed. "There are no excuses I can make. I have been completely wrong in handling how much I want you."

Gwen dropped the hairbrush in shock. The last she thing could have ever fathomed was her boss admitting so boldly to complete wrongdoing. Her stunned expression did not change as she stared up at the man.

"I hope I did not damage things between us too greatly," Scott choked out meekly. The man was actually... nervous.

Gwen loosened her posture and crossed her arms. "You came close to destroying our relationship completely."

Scott nodded, obviously unsure on how to handle himself or what exactly to say. "I do realize this. I have also come to terms with my own hypocrisy. For the past year, I have told you to be honest with me and though you do take some coaxing, you have kept your end of the bargain. On the other hand, I have not. I have never directly told you how I feel, foolishly believing that you would reject me outright, that you would find my relationship ideas strange and insulting." Gwen plopped down onto the edge of my bed and rolled her eyes. "Wow. You're human. What a shocking revelation. I guess I'm not the only one with confidence issues, huh?"

Scott ran a hand through his hair as he nodded. "You are an amazing and intelligent woman, so I assumed you would be uninterested in my advances."

Gwen wrinkled her nose at that statement. "If I am so amazing and intelligent, then why not trust me to be a fucking normal adult and make my own decisions?"

"I agree," Scott remarked. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out an oblong white box. "I apologize greatly for being so foolish." Gwen took the box and opened the top. Inside was a cute pink leather collar. In the center of it was a beautiful violet flower made out of mineral stone.

Gwen peered at the collar for an extended period before resuming eye contact with Scott. "What does it mean if I choose to put this around my neck?"

"It means you submit to me," Scott explained candidly. "It means that I won your body. Let me explain submission-"

"Don't explain to me what submission is," Gwen interrupted. "I researched what submission signifies months ago, even before we started to fool around together. It means as an intelligent and independent woman, I choose to hand over myself to you. We are on the same page ideologically, correct?"

Scott seemed genuinely anxious and far more human and fragile than Gwen had ever seen. "That is correct. We think the same on this issue. I hope you know that you can trust me. I will never force you into anything that you don't want to do. Also, I-"

Gwen interrupted Scott again, but this time, not by words. She put the collar around her neck with a smirk on her face. Scott's eyes widened as his words trailed off. It took a few seconds for reality to sink in. Then, almost if by magic, his confident posture returned to him.

"First thing to do, garden girl," Scott said, "is to take that hideous monstrosity off your finger."

"Yes Sir," Gwen chimed obediently, quickly removing the engagement ring from her hand, casting it to the side carelessly.

"Good girl," Scott complemented while grabbing Gwen's shoulders and standing her up. "I like being called Sir and Master, but you don't need to do it all the time. That would feel too forced and stuffy. One of the things I love about you is your casual earthiness."

"Love?" Gwen parroted with a devious grin on her face.

"Yes, I love you garden girl," Scott confessed. "Is that so surprising?"

"I guess not," Gwen shrugged casually with an impish look still on her face.

There was a brief pause. "Traditionally, one returns the sentiment if it is expressed," Scott instructed.

Gwen smirked. "Well, I don't know about that... yesterday sucked pretty bad."

Finally, Scott's classic smirk appeared on his face. "What have I gotten myself into," Scott sighed.

"Into my body," Gwen cooed, running a hand up Scott's thigh, "Sir."

Scott's eyes sprung to life as he pulled a small tube out of his pocket. "Yes, I had something very specific in mind to celebrate the advancement in our relationship. I plan on fucking you in the ass. Am I correct in assuming you have never had anal before?'

Gwen's eyes bugged and her heart skipped a beat at the casual reveal of the day's planned activity. "Yeah. That is something I have never tried before."

Scott ran a comforting hand through Gwen's hair. "There is no reason to be scared, garden girl. I am quite experienced with it and promise not to hurt you. I know the act is not for everyone."

Gwen steeled herself, a confident gleam forming in her eyes. "What kind of fucktoy would I be if I