At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes (15 page)

He ground himself into me with each thrust, the bed shaking as he fucked me. I cried out as I came, clenching around him and milking the cum from his cock, crying out again with utter animal abandon as I felt the hot cum coat the insides of my pussy.

I could hear the wet slap of his flesh on me as he emptied himself into me, grunting and moaning my name as he squeezed the last drops of his pleasure into my hot liquid core.

He yanked the rope from my mouth and kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth, mimicking the soft thrusts of his cock as he pulled out of me at last.

We lay there in bed for a long time catching our breath, his body covering mine. He released my sore wrists but left me tied up, his fingers tracing the rope, the physical evidence of his love for me...and the proof of his commitment.

I’d never been so content in all my days.

* * * *

I woke up seven hours later, still naked, curled up against the man I loved with my head in the crook of his shoulder. We hadn’t left the bed since he fucked me, and as far as I was concerned, I never wanted to leave.

Snuggling into his warm body, I listened to the steady thump of his heartbeat. I closed my eyes and concentrated on it, feeling its regular rhythm soothe me. He was my rock, my love, my master. After all we had been through, I knew that moments like these had to be savored.

I still wore his silken rope around my body, although it was steadily coming loose now. It rubbed against my skin but I was reluctant to take it off…besides…I wondered if he’d tighten it when he woke up. He’d assert his dominance over me, roll me on my knees and fuck me senseless again. A pleasant tingle went through me at the thought.

I raised my hand to stroke his chest.

Wait. Is that
—

On my finger was a perfect, sparkling diamond ring.

Chapter Twenty-Three

He didn’t even ask me. And he didn’t have to.

From that moment on, I knew who I was: Mr. Banks’s future wife.

I stared at the ring for a long moment, like I could hardly believe that it was real. I lifted my head and realized that he was awake, and gazing at me. When had he woken up? He must have put it on my finger while I was still asleep.

My heart seemed to skip a beat.

“Do you like it?”

I couldn’t speak, just nodded slowly and tried to smile despite my shock. It was a round, princess cut diamond in a Tiffany setting, and surprisingly heavy—especially in contrast to my small, delicate fingers.

He picked up my hand and kissed it, his lips warm on my hand. “I promised to bring you back something nice from Japan. And you should know by now...I always keep my promises.”

It was overwhelming. It was a good thing I was lying down...I might have fainted if I was standing up. Amazed, I lifted my hand and looked at the ring, which seemed to glow even in the faint light of early morning.

It was so much more than I expected...so much more than I ever dared hope for. But it felt right, like I had been waiting for this my entire life.

I slid my arms around his neck, my eyes shining with tears. “Do you promise to love me forever, Mr. Banks?”

He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me softly, his eyes dark and warm.

“Forever and ever, Addie.”

* * * *

Here’s the thing. I lost the Penn State scholarship.

I was sad about it for a while. I knew that dad’s deposit didn’t mean a thing. And Mr. Banks hadn’t said a thing about Penn State—I spent the entire summer in his mansion or accompanying him on business trips, keeping busy tending to his every need and want.

But once September rolled around…. he revealed that he had arranged for my admission to Wheeldon University.

Wheeldon! I know, I know. I never dreamed that I could go
there
—I hadn’t even bothered to apply. It was so exclusive it may as well have been an Ivy League school, and of course it was even more expensive than Penn State. I always thought that it was way, way out of my league.

But they’d taken a look at my transcript and admitted me a week before school began. It was another classic surprise from Mr. Banks: I hadn’t even known that he had sent them my information. I had been expecting to stay at the mansion for the year, but he told me sternly that no wife of his was going to waste her potential.

Luckily for me—and, to be honest, he probably planned it all out—Wheeldon was only two hours away. According to school rules, I was required to stay in the dorms for my freshman year, but it didn’t mean that I couldn’t have fun with my fiancé.

As he had predicted, of course, everyone thought he was my father at first. But once they saw the way we looked at each other, they realized that we were madly in love.

In fact, every time he visited me we seized the opportunity to fuck in my tiny twin bed while my roommate was out. And today, he had told me he was bringing me another special little present from Japan.

* * * *

“On your knees, Addie.”

The door was locked but I knew that any minute now, my roommate could unlock it and find me, naked as sin in front of Mr. Banks. A hot thrill went through me as I lowered myself to the ground. How many times had I kneeled at his command? Even now, to disobey him was unthinkable.

“Close your eyes.”

I did as I was told and gasped as something cold slid down around my throat. I lifted my hand to my neck and touched the necklace—pearls!

I opened my eyes and looked down at the long string of milky white pearls around my neck. They were beautiful—the perfectly round spheres were absolutely stunning.

“Mikimoto pearls,” he said casually. “I thought they’d look good on you...and I was right.”

He stroked a thumb fondly over my bottom lip, then picked up the strand and looped it around my neck again. He looped the strand around my neck until the pearls were wrapped tight around my throat—a very expensive collar for his favorite pet.

He unzipped his pants and slid his hand into my hair. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.

I obeyed and he slid his cock between my lips, guiding my head up and down his hard shaft. I could feel myself getting wet as I sucked, wondering if my roommate would notice the musky smell of my sex later…

I could hear footsteps down the hall and I froze, my mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.

He made a noise of annoyance and stood up, sweeping my naked body into his arms and climbing into my bed. After he switched off the light, he spooned me gently as he pulled my comforter over us. I twitched under the covers as I felt his rock hard cock slid between my thighs, just under my ass.

The door opened and my roommate came in, tossing her bag on her desk and slamming the door behind her. She didn’t bother to turn on the light so it was still dark in the room—she didn't even know that I was there.

My breaths were shallow underneath the blanket, as I waited for what Mr. Banks would do next. Something told me that he wouldn’t be stopped by someone as trivial as my roommate.

It was just light touches at first: fingertips skimming over the bare skin of my shoulders, my breasts, my slightly bulging tummy and my naked mound. According to his commands, I kept myself shaved for Mr. Banks...and if it wasn’t done to his satisfaction, he shaved me himself.

I swear he enjoyed it, from the way he would always lick and suck at my pussy after it was done. And as far as I was concerned...there was nothing quite like the feeling of a hot cock between those freshly shaven lips.

Under the blanket, Mr. Banks’s curved cock slid silently into my hot sheath from behind. He cupped a hand over my mouth as his other hand fondled my swollen nipples. My breasts had begun to grow in the last few months and he couldn’t keep his hands off them.

I bit my lips hard to keep from crying out. The darkness, the secrecy, the sheer naughtiness of fucking while my roommate stood unaware on the other side of the room...I bucked my hips back against Mr. Banks and stiffened as the orgasm flooded my body with heat.

Mr. Banks panted in my ear as my pussy constricted around him. He bit my shoulder as he came with a few sharp thrusts, his cum spilling into my slippery cleft and down my thigh.

We stayed like that until my roommate left the room again, his hands stroking my hot skin the entire time, forcing one orgasm after another from my quivering flesh.

* * * *

Naturally, my roommate teased me about Mr. Banks when she saw him in my room an hour later—she liked to do that. And it actually seemed to amuse him more than anything else. It never fazed him, not one bit.

Most of the time people treated me a little differently when they noticed the ring on my hand. I guess it was kind of unusual to be a freshman in college and engaged, after all. And to a billionaire who was twice my age, no less.

But most of my friends in the dorm were hooking up all the time, and the gossip always swung to whatever drama was going down between them. No one really bothered me
too
much, unless I happened to wear whatever new bauble Mr. Banks gave me on his latest visit.

It turned out that in my dorm, I was the boring one—me, with my silver fox of a fiancé and the five-carat rock on my finger. Who would’ve imagined that?

I went to class, got good grades, came back to my dorm and counted down the days to his next visit. I liked Wheeldon, but my mind was somewhere else. Always.

My roommate probably thought that not only was I a total weirdo, I was also getting chubby—I had started wearing loose shirts and tunics, and long flowing dresses even though they were way out of season.

I let everyone at school think whatever they wanted to—I filled my cafeteria tray with pastries and smiled like I was embarrassed whenever someone mentioned the freshman fifteen and all that. I'd kept my secret close to my chest for as long as I could.

But at some point, word would get out about my pregnancy, and a fresh round of gossip would spread about Mr. Banks and me. I didn’t mind, to tell the truth. The only thing that gave me pause for reflection was wondering if I would tell my mother when the baby was born—there'd been radio silence from dad since that night I left home, but mom had sent me a few tentative texts asking how I was. I nursed a little bit of hope in my heart that in the years ahead, I would be able to share my child with her. Someday. Maybe.

In the meantime, I buried myself in homework and plans for the future. Frankly, I was too busy to worry about anyone else's opinions of me. It felt like the most exciting days of my life were just around the corner.

You see, I had something else to look forward to—Mr. Banks had already made plans for  winter break—a return trip to Miami, and then a private ceremony at the Four Seasons. Joe would be his best man, of course.

I looked out my window and watched as Mr. Banks walked to the waiting black car, his back straight, his eyes flashing as he glanced back at me one more time. I waved, my heart filled with joy.

I couldn’t be more excited to be Mrs. Adeline Banks.

The End

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THE AGENCY COLLECTION ONE: NANNIES IN LUST

By Emme Salt

The Agency supplies the rich and powerful with beautiful, sexy nannies. This collection of Agency stories follows three young coeds who find themselves at the mercy of their naughty employers…

BEACH BLONDE: Cassie thinks she’s spending her summer vacation working as a nanny in Tahiti for the wealthy Doyle family. Once she arrives, innocent Cassie discovers much more than just beaches and tropical sunsets. She gets closer to Seamus and Mary Doyle than she ever imagined, and uncovers their illicit secret—theirs and the Agency’s.

DOUBLE TROUBLE: Ashlyn's nannied for the Stewarts before—she knows precisely what's expected of her, and the sordid pleasures that wait for her every winter break. But this time, someone new is waiting for her at the Stewarts' cabin in Aspen: sweet, innocent Shanna. Will Ashlyn overcome her jealousy as Shanna is initiated into the Stewarts' wicked secret?

SUMMER NANNY: Chloe can't wait to start her summer job as a nanny on the Edgars' annual yacht trip. But once they set sail, she discovers that Mira and James Edgar have plans for their seductive new nanny—plans that require Chloe to prove her worth in a whole new way.

* * * *

Eager to please
.

That was what the Agency recruited for, and expected, of each of its nannies, and that evening, I did my best to make up for my abysmal first impressions. I cooked a big pot of tomato soup and a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches, read Adam three bedtime stories, and tucked him in all by eight o’clock. Mrs. Edgar seemed to approve, shadowing me and smiling with approval, but Mr. Edgar was impossible to read.

When I saw him, he seemed to catch my eye and then just looked away. He seemed distant. A little mysterious. And to be honest, I wondered if he even approved of me, considering that I barely saved his son from jumping off the boat.

Lucky for me he seemed more interested in prepping the boat for our long trip down the coast of southern California and Mexico. As I put Adam to bed, I could see his tall, dark shadow in the distance, checking the sails.

Distracted, I had finished up Adam’s second story in a rush. Smart kid—he promptly demanded another one.

Once I was sure Adam was sound asleep, I tiptoed my way past the main cabin. Inside, I could see Mrs. Edgar curled up on a bed with a fluffy white throw, her head resting on her pillow as she read her book. Doing my best not to disturb her, I snuck past her to my own room. I could hear Mr. Edgar working on the other side of the yacht, but he was nowhere near me.

I closed the door but left the curtains open, so I could look at the moonlight sparkling on the water. We were still docked, but the Edgars’ dock was so secret that there were no other boats in sight.

It was a beautiful night, the crescent moon shining high in the sky, and only a few wispy clouds floating in the distance. Beneath me, the boat rocked gently, and I could almost convince myself that the motion sickness wasn’t so bad.

I can do this. This won’t make me sick.

I thought about Mr. Edgar. As far as I know, he hadn’t told his wife that I almost chucked their only child overboard. But even if he had, I had a suspicion that Mrs. Edgar wouldn’t even make a gigantic stink about it—that’s how nice she was. She had a motherly kind of personality, like she just wanted to take care of everyone.

As I got ready for bed, I wondered to myself why a woman like that would even want a nanny—didn’t she want to spend every second of every day looking after her kid? Mentally, I shrugged. It was a huge deal for a girl like me to land an Agency job. Even if I was good with kids, I was, after all, kind of a klutz and not super outgoing, so this was a huge opportunity to prove to my sorority sisters—and to myself—that I could handle it.

I can do this. I know I can.

I bit my lip and slid my hand slowly down my flat, bare belly. Time to try and let go. It was almost a nightly habit to play with myself, now—I used to only do it when I was stressed or going through a bout of insomnia, but college meant I was stressed out all the freaking time. It was a nice way to go to sleep, feeling that moist warmth throbbing out from my pussy, pouring through my body and easing me into my dreams.

I spread my thighs and ran my fingers down my lower lips, feeling the soft fuzz on the closed, warm folds. I needed something—or someone—to think about. My mind drifted. Exes...cute girls from the sorority...that hot guy I ran past on the way to the pier?

No. I wanted to think about...Mrs. Edgar. Mr. Edgar.
My eyelids fluttered.

Mr. Edgar climbed onto the bed behind his wife, pulling off her throw. His dark eyes wicked, he peeled off her bikini top to reveal her round, soft breasts, topped with rich chocolate nipples.

I touched a nipple with a fingertip, making light, delicious circles.
That’s how he would touch her...teasing her soft peaks into hard nubs, then sucking them into his mouth one at a time.

He squeezed her breasts together so he could switch between her nipples, licking across both of them with his wide, wet tongue. She moaned, arching her back. Her hands pulled at his belt, unbuckling him and stroking across the taut swelling in his pants. “I want you to come in my mouth,” she murmured to him.

He kissed her and then pulled his cock out from his pants, his hand stroking his hardness as he watched her lick her lips in preparation.

I slipped a thumb in my mouth, sucking on it, tasting the salt on my skin. I pretended it was Mr. Edgar’s thick, cum-filled cock.

Taking his shaft in her hand, she rubbed her tongue over the head of his cock, running her tongue over it, playing with the soft ridge underneath. He groaned and leaned into her. Sweet and willing, she opened her mouth and swallowed him in, letting him rub his cock over the full length of her tongue. He slowly pushed himself in until he was buried completely in her mouth, her lips stretched over his thickness. She hummed around him, her voice muffled.

I slid two fingers between my folds, finding myself dripping wet. My clit jumped as I eased it out from its hood, the fantasy setting my body on fire.

She began to suck and slurp on him now, her mouth bobbing up and down on his length, a trickle of saliva in the corner of her stretched-out lips. He tightened his grip in her hair as she sucked harder, her hands wrapped around the base of his cock.

I gripped my folds with my fingers, squeezing my clit between them, a hot point of pure sensation now. I was close, oh so close…

The muscles in his ass flexed as he tried to keep from coming, but it was too much
—
she quickened her pace. Out of control at last, he grabbed her head and held her in place as he thrust into her mouth, his shining cock suddenly convulsing. She groaned as he poured his cum down her throat, her hands massaging his ass as if she was begging for more.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, as my orgasm pounded through my pussy, which clenched as if it was desperate to feel a cock inside it. My juices coated my fingers, buried inside my twitching cunt. My nipples seemed to harden even more, if that was even possible.

I swallowed, hard. That was a good one.

With a long sigh, I leaned back into my bed. Fading into sleep, I thought about the long trip ahead. I guess two weeks isn’t really that long, but I maybe I was a big baby after all: I wondered how I’d get through everything that could happen in the next fourteen days.

* * * *

Midnight: that’s when it hit me.

The boat was no longer rocking gently in the calm waters next to the pier. No, it was vibrating now, and moving more urgently, up and down, up and down. Mr. Edgar must have set sail while I was asleep.

I lay in the bed and tried to take deep breaths.
You can handle this, Chloe. Just keep breathing.

Still, no matter how hard I tried, I seemed to feel my stomach churning with every slight movement of the boat. The faint sound of the water splashing on the hull outside made it obvious that we were unmoored now, untethered, free.

Grabbing a soft angora sweater, I wrapped it around me and staggered to the door, steadying myself.

I underestimated how ridiculously freezing it was outside; the wind blew hard and cold against me, but I had to get out there. My cabin was stifling and inside all I could think about was how sick I felt. The cold, fresh air numbed my body, but also relieved some of the nausea in my belly.

Maybe ten, fifteen minutes went by. I lost track. I was staring over the railing at the water speeding by when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

It was Mrs. Edgar, dressed in a thick bathrobe, her blonde hair blowing loose in the night wind.

“Chloe! Are you okay, sweetheart?” She sounded concerned, but I was almost too distracted to care.

She slipped her hand over me. “Why don’t you come with me,” I heard her say. “You look a little green.”

Too nauseous to say anything, I let her guide me down the side of the ship to her den, where I saw her book and throw lying abandoned on the bed. She must have seen—or heard?—me outside.

The lounge was warm and full of kitschy knick-knacks, which I guessed they picked up while traveling. Everything looked cozy, inviting: exactly what I needed at that minute.

“Sit down on the bed,” she said, in a tone that made it obvious she was in full mom mode. “I’m going to get you some ginger tea to help you feel better.”

While she bustled around the small bar in the back, I wrapped myself in the soft white blanket. It was still warm from her body, and I found it strangely comforting. I realized that I was just wearing a tank top and my underwear under my long, thin sweater.

She brought me the tea, topped with a dollop of honey. “Go ahead, drink it up. It’s my own secret recipe.” She smiled, sitting down on the bed next to me.

The hot mug warmed my hands. Maybe I was out there longer than I thought? Everything was muddled. As I sipped the tea, I could feel the warmth returning to my face and fingers.
Thank God she found me.

“Better?” She leaned against me like we were old friends, her blue eyes still looking concerned.

“Yeah,” I said, lowering the mug. “Lots better.”

“I was so worried when I saw you out there—I thought maybe you were trying to find me or James and had gotten lost.” She played with the belt of her robe. “Then I saw what you were
wearing—
sweetheart, what were you thinking? You were probably freezing to death!”

I bit my lip. “I wasn’t feeling so well,” I admitted.

She snorted. “Well, obviously.” She studied my face with care. “You should have come and found me when you weren’t feeling well, sweetie. We’re not that scary, are we?”

“No! Of course not,” I said, blushing.

“You’ve had a long day,” she said, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear. “And you shouldn’t be alone if you get sick again. Why don’t you sleep here tonight, then?”

“What about Mr. Edgar?”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s always too hyped up at the beginning of a trip like this to sleep. He won’t mind.”

I looked around the cabin, feeling the nausea starting to fade. It was cozy in here, and I couldn’t deny how much I liked being around Mrs. Edgar—she was so warm and comforting. It didn’t take much convincing. I wanted to be here.

“Okay,” I said.

“I guess the good thing is you’re already in your sleep gear,” she said, glancing over my skimpy top and panties. Reaching out to the bedside table, she touched a remote and the lights dimmed in the cabin. “Why don’t you try and get some rest, sweetheart?” She took off her bathrobe, revealing a silky blue nightgown, and pulled the comforter over us.

I nodded and slid down on the sheets until my head was resting on the pillow. Mr. Edgar’s, I guessed. There was the barest hint of sandalwood on the linen. Mrs. Edgar’s ginger tea was working its magic, and I no longer felt rotten. Just a little queasy, but so much better than before. I finished the tea, but could still taste the honey on my tongue.

She fell asleep first, her breathing becoming low and even. I know it sounds strange, but I liked listened to her breathing, which was weirdly soothing. Being in their bed was strange too, surrounded by their unfamiliar scents. She smelled good, like lavender. With her next to me, I could relax.