At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes (12 page)

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Addie?” He rubbed the tip in circles against my aching nub. “Say it.”

“Fuck me,” I gasped.

“Are you mine?” He pressed his cock into me, the head sliding into my pussy.

“Yes,” I sobbed. “I’m yours. Please, just...I need you...”

“I’m going to fuck you,” he growled. “Fuck you until you can’t even walk. You’re going to take it all...take my cock, take my cum.”

“Fuck me,” I rasped, my voice gone. He moaned as my warmth enveloped him, inch by rock hard inch. God, I was so tight after just a few days away from him…

I tensed for a moment but he pushed past my defenses, his cock buried in my pussy, his body trapping me in place as I surrendered.

Feeling me loosen, he groaned and started to fuck me, as if he knew he could do anything to me now. He filled me again and again, each time fast than the last, sliding on my cum, his mouth fixed on my nipples, sucking one and then the other.

God, the noises he was making, the smacking sounds of his lips, the wet squish of his cock thrusting past my swollen folds...it overwhelmed me. I clung to his arms and let him fuck me, let myself open to him.

“More,” I begged. “Please…”

I was feverish now. I wanted him to fuck me until I was sore and full of his cum, until all I could think about was his body and his cock.

I started buck my hips to him, his body grinding on my throbbing clit with every thrust. He grabbed my hands and pinned them to the floor...I was at his mercy now, free only to lift my hips to his pistoning pelvis.

“Come for me, Addie,” he whispered. “Come for your master.”

How many times had he ordered me to do that? And hadn’t I obeyed his command, every single time? A hot flush flooded my body in response.

He dropped a hand to my clit and rubbed the slippery little bud. That was it.

I arched my back, my entire body going taut and still as my orgasm throbbed out from my underneath him, rippling through my aching flesh.

He slammed into me, panting like a beast and dripping sweat. It was only when I met his eyes that he let go, groaning as he felt his cum shooting into my hot core.

His body shook with his release, and he collapsed on my body as it all poured out of him. I gasped softly but ran my hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles clench under my fingernails.

I could feel my pussy pulsing as it milked his cock, and the pressure of his weight on my soft body as he rested on me. Our hearts were inches apart, so close that I could feel the beat of his heart against my breasts.

It was everything I dreamed our reunion would be. The wet ache that tortured me for so many days was transformed into a pleasant throb.

As we spiraled down from our cloud, I closed my eyes.

I was exactly where I belonged.

Chapter Nineteen

For a long time we just lay there on the rug, bare and unashamed, sweat cooling on our skin as the smell of sex rose up around us. I had missed that musky, seductive scent. I nuzzled my nose into the crook of his neck. More than that, I had missed
him
—the taste of him, the familiar lines of his body. I'd even missed that hot sticky mess between my legs...it was a naughty, delicious reminder of the man who owned me.

He turned his head and kissed me, a slow syrupy kiss that made me feel warm in a heartbeat. It felt so good to know that he missed me as much as I'd missed him, even if he would never voice it aloud. I could sense it in the way he touched me and looked at me.

He traced my teeth with his tongue, his fingers trailing over my cheek and stroking my tender throat. He touched a long scratch from the tree with a fingertip but didn’t ask any questions.

“I was worried about you,” he finally murmured. He let his hand drift over my shoulder, my arm, and traced the curve of my hip. I shivered...right now, his touch was strange and familiar at the same time.

I looked into his eyes. “Worried? About me?”

He ran a thumb over my lower lip. “When you didn’t show up to work or answer my calls. I had to wonder, Addie. Are you really so surprised?”

I hesitated. How much of the truth could I tell him?
Everything
, whispered my conscience.
Tell him everything.

“How that happened—it wasn’t me.” My voice faltered.

He propped his head up on his elbow. “What you mean?”

“I mean—it wasn’t me who decided that I should quit the internship.” I played with the end of my braid, nervous. “It was my father.”

“Your father?” He looked surprised.

“Yeah,” I sighed.
The truth was coming out, and it was a relief to get it out.
“He made me do it.”

Mr. Banks studied my face for a moment. Maybe he thought I was joking. “That doesn’t make any sense to me, Addie. He was the one who pushed me to give you this job in the first place.”

I couldn’t look at him when I said it. I just couldn’t. I rolled onto my back, hugging my arms around my chest.

“His business is in trouble again.” I swallowed, feeling the burn of his eyes on me. “And he...he wanted me to get you to help him.”

“Of course I would help.” He touched my long braid, toying with it. “I’ve done it before...as you know. As you’ve learned.”

I took a deep breath. “Yeah,” I said. “That’s what I told him. But this time...he said he was in real trouble, Mr. Banks. Said that we needed lots of money—
millions
of dollars. Way more than you’d be willing to loan or give. So…” I trailed off, gathering my courage. “So he wanted me to threaten you.”

He froze, still holding my braid in his fingers. “Threaten me.”

“Threaten that...we’d go public with our...affair. Tell everyone what you’ve done with his daughter. Your employee.”

I could almost feel his body stiffening with anger now, but I couldn’t help myself. I dove ahead.

“So I told him no. I had to. I knew it was blackmail, and I would never—
ever
—do the things he wanted me to do.” I turned my face to him, my eyes pleading. “You have to believe that.”

He was looking beyond me now, looking at the fire, although I knew that his mind was somewhere else. His gaze was growing more distant by the second, and I was desperate to get him back.

“He was furious with me, you know. He wouldn’t let me leave the house. He took away my phone and my computer and my wallet. I couldn’t go anywhere—that’s why I never emailed you back or answered my phone when you called.” I touched his chest with my hand. “Mr. Banks...please. You have to believe me.”

He seized my hand in his steely grip and pulled it away. “Addie,” he muttered, standing up. “I believe you. But…I need to deal with this.”

I touched his leg, pleading. “Please, Mr. Banks...please don’t take it out on my family. On my dad. It was a stupid, stupid mistake and he never should have done all of this. I’m so sorry—I can’t make any excuses for it. But please don’t take it out on him.”

He glanced down at me. “Why shouldn’t I?”

I quailed under his hard expression. I summoned all of my courage. “Because...because I’m asking you not to.”

He looked away again, his face unreadable. “Get up and get dressed, Addie,” he said to me. He picked up his phone and pressed a number. “I’m having Joe come take you to a hotel.”

A feeling of fear shot through me. “But...why? Can’t I just stay here with you?”

Of course, going home was out of the question. There was no way I could sneak back into the house. Once my parents figured out I was gone, there was only one place I could be, as far as my father was concerned. But why would Mr. Banks send me away at this moment? I could feel my composure crumpling as I gathered up my clothes.

“Don’t question me,” he snapped. His control was stretched tight. I lowered my head. He sighed and tucked a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I take care of what’s mine,” he told me, his voice low and rough. “Go on. Joe’s waiting outside.”

“Please,” I whispered to him. “Don’t take it out of them. Do it because…” I paused. Could I say it aloud? “Do it because you love me.”

I'd played my most valuable card. But would it be enough?

* * * *

From the moment I walked out the front door, Joe seemed to sense that I was shell shocked. He put me in the back of his car and drove quietly, not even bothering to make conversation or ask me what had happened.

I watched Mr. Banks’s house recede, my stomach clenching with worry.
Why is he sending me away?
The question would torture me the rest of the night.

The road outside was dark and winding. I couldn’t tell exactly where we were, but in a half hour we arrived at the tiny, darkened bed and breakfast a few miles outside of town. Joe escorted me in, checked me in at the front desk and walked me up to my room. I could sense his hesitation, his concern...he didn’t want to leave me like this.

“Hey, miss,” he said softly, waiting out in the hallway as I opened the door to my room. “I don’t know what happened...but Mr. Banks knows you’re here now. He’ll protect you—I mean, I seen the way he looks at you. I’ve never seen him like that before.”

Joe shuffled his feet. “He can call you here.” He gestured at the old fashioned rotary telephone near the bed. “He knows the number, the room you’re in. So don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he said to me.

He stretched out his hand, offering me a crumpled up piece of paper in the center of his palm. “Hey, and if you need a ride,” he said, “here’s my number. Call anytime. I need a good excuse to get outta the house and away from the TV, y’know.”

I nodded faintly. “Okay, Joe,” I mumbled. “Thanks.”

He glanced at me one last time, obviously concerned. “Okay, miss,” he said. “See you soon, I hope.”

* * * *

The room was so quaint that it looked like something out of a children’s picture book. Lace curtains, floral bedspreads and a dainty crystal chandelier completed the scene. I should have felt safe here...but all my thoughts were with Mr. Banks. Where was he, and what was he doing right now?

The look on his face when he realized the depths of my father’s betrayal...it hit me right in the gut. He’d never done anything to deserve something like this. No; he’d only ever tried to help my family, and this was how his kindness was repaid.

I could picture him now, getting in his car and driving to his office, hell bent on revenge. He wasn’t a man that could be crossed.

I lay down on the bed, feeling the soft mattress give underneath me.
You knew it
, the cynical part of me whispered.
You knew you shouldn’t have said a thing about dad’s plans. Now you’ve gone and made things worse.

But to be honest, could things get much worse? Mr. Banks would have found out at some point.

At least he didn’t seem to be angry with
me.
I sighed. I almost wished he was, so I could take some of the heat off my parents. Logically, I should have been glad that this had come out...after all my father had done nothing but make my life a living hell ever since I came back from Miami. Did they even deserve my love at this point?

But they’re my parents.
I could feel a hollowness in me as I thought about them.
How could dad even think of doing all this in the first place?
In spite of everything they had done, I still couldn’t stand the thought of anything bad happening to them. Especially at the hands of Mr. Banks.

The crazy thing was, this baby tied us all together. Even if they didn’t want it...even if they didn’t even know it yet. I lay on the bed and ran my hands over my belly, wondering when I would be able to feel the baby moving inside me. Of course, right now it was so early that I wasn’t even showing. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what the baby would look like.
Mr. Banks’s eyes
, I thought to myself.
My nose. His ears.

I lay back and watched the chandelier sparkle above me. Whatever I hoped, there was no telling what the father of my baby would do when I was threatened...and nothing I could do about it now.

* * * *

I don’t know how I held it together, but I stayed in that room for the entire night and then the day that followed. The innkeepers were a nice old couple who brought me my breakfast and made me a comforting bowl of pasta for dinner when they realized I skipped lunch and wasn’t going to budge from my room. I know how strange I must have seemed to them—no purse, no luggage, just a solitary girl brought there by a chauffeur in a black car.

They didn’t ask me any uncomfortable questions, though, probably sensing my nerves. For a while I was soothed by being in that cozy, pink-and-green fantasy of a room. But almost inevitably, I started to pace and turn the TV on and off, struggling to find something that could distract me.

I was so worried that Mr. Banks wouldn’t be able to reach me if I left that after a few hours, I was hovering by the phone, staring at it, willing it to ring. Occasionally I’d try his office or cell phone but he never picked up once.
But Joe said he knew I was here. He knows what the phone number is.

That only made me more nervous. And truth be told...I do stupid things when I’m nervous. I looked out the window. It was dark, and I couldn’t wait any longer. There was no telling what had happened in the last twenty-four hours, and it was driving me crazy. I dug out the crumpled shred of paper that Joe gave me and picked up the phone.

A voice in the back of my head whispered
it’s all your fault
over and over again. Was there a way I could fix this? My intuition told me no but I wanted to try. I
had
to try.

It was almost eleven at night by the time Joe pulled up outside the inn. I ran out to meet him, and he got out of the car, his brow furrowed.

“Hey, missy,” he said. “What do you need?”

“I need a ride, Joe,” I said. “I need a ride back home.”

Home. Was that what it was?

He studied me. I must have looked like a mess: I was still in the same clothes as the day before and my eyes were puffy from the lack of sleep. “Are you sure? Seemed like yesterday you couldn’t wait to get outta there.” He looked unsure.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound confident. “Yeah, I wanna go home.”

Finally, he nodded. “Well, I don’t know what this is all about,” he said. “But if that’s where you wanna go, miss, I can drop you off.”

He opened the door for me and I slid into the back of his car. He drove slowly, as if he wanted to give me a chance to second guess my decision.

But I had made my choice. All the wheels were in motion now, and I was going home—going back to my prison.