Chapter 55 Tamed by Father in Law (3)

Josh walked over to our bookcase, where he picked up a picture of Joshua and me on our wedding day. He traced the designs on the silver frame as he said, "Besides, it would put a kink in the plans I have for you. Oh yes, kink indeed." He looked at me again, and if I didn't know better, I could swear he had lust in his eyes.

"You see, Miranda," he continued, turning back to me. "The other thing that would make my wife happy is to have grandchildren."

Grandchildren? I thought. That's what this was about? Joshua and I had agreed to hold off on having children until after I had finished college, but then the store took off, and we really hadn't broached the subject again.

"Reeve always wanted to have a big family, you know, but unfortunately there was a complication with a miscarriage and she had to have a hysterectomy. And how she has eagerly awaited the day when her only son would present her with a grandchild, a legacy. But you have yet to provide a Smith heir. You have been far too occupied with wasting Joshua's money to give him a child—wasting it on your silly education and your little rag store."

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I got right in his face, or as much as I could. I had to stand on my tip toes to bridge much of the gap between Josh's 6'0 frame and my 5'4.

"I'm sorry Josh, but whether Joshua and I have children or not is no concern of yours or Reeve's!"

"Oh, but I disagree. You see, Joshua has told me he wants to have children, but he doesn't want to push you because he loves you." Suddenly the smile faded from Josh's face and he backed me against the wall, pinning my arms at my sides. I struggled a bit, but I was no match for Josh physically. Besides having eight inches on me in height, he also had a good hundred pounds or so in weight, most of it muscle.

"Rubbish," he spat. "There is only one reason for marrying a younger woman and that's to breed her, to keep her belly full of your seed and her breasts full of milk as long as possible. And that's just what's going to happen to you, young lady."

"Y-you want me and Joshua to have a baby?" I squeaked.

"Well that would be ideal, but you see, Joshua would never force you to get pregnant before you're ready. At that rate I'd be dead before seeing my first grandchild. I, on the other hand, won't afford you that same courtesy."

My mouth went dry. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"I'm saying, Miranda, that tonight you and I are going to conceive a child for both Joshua and Reeve. I am going to fuck you and knock you up, to borrow a phrase from the crude vernacular to which you're accustomed, and once you're pregnant I'm going to continue to fuck you silly and suckle the milk from your sweet breasts." Looking into Josh's face I realized that he was actually serious about getting me pregnant against my will.

"You can't do that," I cried, horrified.

"Oh, I think you'll find I can." He removed his hand from my wrist and placed it on my breast, massaging it through the flimsy material of the shirt. Despite my hatred for him, Josh's touch excited me, and I felt myself start to get wet. It occurred to me that if I didn't say something soon, this was really going to happen.

"I wouldn't get pregnant if you fucked me tonight anyway," I said brazenly. "I'm on the pill."

"Or so Dr. William would have you believe."

My eyes went wide. How did he know the name of my gynecologist?

"My dear, you are forgetting the Smith's have a wing named after them at the Wercher hospital, not to mention that my brother is on the board. One phone call from me and just like that I can obtain your medical records and turn your birth control pills into placebos. You've been taking nothing but sugar tablets for the past three months, and since it is two weeks until your next period, you should be quite fertile." I gasped! He was right, and if he was telling the truth, I could get pregnant tonight.

"I'll tell Joshua," I threatened.

"Tell him what? That his father, who for years has professed his extreme dislike for his wife, has actually been harboring a secret passion for her, so much so that he fucked her and made her pregnant? Though that may indeed be the case, my son will never believe it, even if it does come from that pretty little mouth of yours." With that Josh bent down and kissed me, tracing my lips with his tongue, then forcing them apart. He had my arms pinned, so try as I might, I couldn't escape his kiss. It sent chills through my body, but in a very good way. I was still shaking when he pulled away and licked his lips.

"Mmm, so sweet," he whispered as his hand returned to my breast.

"I'll tell your wife!" I threatened as he began pinching and twisting the nub of my nipple.

"Who do you think came up with the idea?" Josh asked, laughing. "A very good revenge plot, wouldn't you agree? Making someone you detest carry the child of someone she detests, absolutely delicious. And you will carry this child," Josh said, turning suddenly serious. "Because if I find out that you had an abortion, you will truly find out what it means to cross Josh Smith."

With my jaw clenched and tears streaming down my face, I asked, "What makes you think I'll go along with this?"

"Oh, a number of reasons," Josh said smugly. "For one, if you'll check your bank records, you'll note that there have been several wire transfers from Joshua's own trust fund into a Sylvia Islands bank account in your name. If you refuse, which I know you won't, I would be forced to point out this little fact to Joshua, surely breaking his heart, and ensuring that he will pull out as an investor of your little dress shop, not to mention divorce you and leave you with nothing. For another, I have slipped a drug into your wine glass. In a few minutes, not only will you be getting very horny, but your inhibitions will be lowered and you will be begging me to fuck you pregnant. So you see, my dearest Miranda, it really is your choice. Either I impregnate you and you carry my child, or you can refuse and lose Joshua, not to mention everything you've worked for."

Looking into his eyes, I knew he meant what he said. I had to think of a way out of this, but my brain was numb. All I could think was how good Josh's hand felt kneading my breast. This was really going to happen. Defeated, I nodded.

"Excellent. Now, strip for me, my little slut."

Tears flowing, I lifted the shirt up over my head, revealing my 36C breasts. The air hit my nipples, turning them into hard pink nubs.

"Yes, yes, lovely," Josh said as he gazed at my breasts. He reached out and cupped them, thumbing the nipples. He bent down and took one of the delicate nubs in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth before sucking it strongly. It felt so good in the warm wet heat of his mouth, and I moaned despite myself. Josh switched his ministrations to the other breast, and I felt myself getting even wetter.

"Mmm," he said as he pulled back. "My child will enjoy feeding from those breasts, I've no doubt." Keeping one hand on my breast, with the other Josh trailed his index finger down the center of my stomach, tracing my bellybutton before slipping inside my pants. He palmed my freshly shaven pussy before trailing his finger along my moist slit, making me quiver.

"Oh, my but you are wet, Miranda, and I doubt the drugs have had their full effect on you. This is just you, you wicked girl, enjoying a man who is not your husband as he readies your tits for his baby. It has been so long since I've had a young thing like you, one who wets so easily. I must have a taste." I was still trembling as Josh pulled down my sweat pants and spread my legs. I felt a million things, naked and exposed before him—anger, shame, and yet, I was very excited. I could feel his hot breath on my tingling p*ssy, then gasped at the warmth of his tongue as it licked my nether lips. Using his fingers he spread me open, exposing my cl*t, which he then teased with his tongue, flickering over it, and using his teeth to nip before sucking on it.