At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes (4 page)

Chapter Five

Do what you’re told.

I brooded over his final words to me all the way home...in the shower while I rinsed away the evidence of my arousal...in bed, while I tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. Mr. Banks seemed hell bent on making me into the sweet, obedient, perfect little secretary.

The question was...would I let him?

The whole point of my internship was to learn from a master, after all. But I got the sense that Mr. Banks wanted to do a lot more to me than to just teach me business for dummies. He'd held himself back in the study, though. I would have let him do just about anything…

Even fuck me?
I wondered. The answer came easy...too easy.
Of course I would
. The very thought made me go weak at the knees.

To be owned by a man like him—trained, disciplined, fucked—I wanted it. I had to admit it to myself, after our encounter...I had wanted it from the minute I discovered his little secret. I'd wanted it even when he laid me over his desk and spanked me to the point of tears.

And as he spread my pink folds apart and played with me? Oh yeah. I'd wanted it. Now I wanted more.

I wanted
him
.

* * * *

Obviously, I was a hot mess in the morning. This time mom had to physically shake me awake and drive me downtown in her car so I wouldn’t be late. I didn’t even have time to swing by Starbucks for my usual cup of black coffee. I knew from the minute she hauled me out of bed that this was going to be a bad, bad day.

Halfway there, I covered my face with my hands. “Oh no,” I moaned. “Shit!”

“Addie,” snapped mom. “I don’t want to hear that kind of language. Your father and I didn’t raise you to—”

“No, mom...you don’t understand. I left the files! They’re at
his house!
”

“What files?

“He asked me to deliver this folder to him last night and I left them there—
ugghhh.
Mom,” I said, turning to her, putting on my best begging face. “Please, please, please, can you drive any faster?”

She frowned at me, but seeing how upset I was, she put the pedal to the metal and got me to the office ten minutes before my shift. I ran through the lobby, not caring who saw me. Once I was up on the top floor, I sighed with relief to see that Mr. Banks wasn’t there yet.

Jumping behind my desk, I turned on the computer and searched for every file tagged
Apex.
It was going so slow I wanted to shake the monitor, but finally the computer showed me my results. I scrolled through them, searching, searching...
there.
The acquisition files. I printed them and shoved them into a manila folder, scribbling “Apex” on the tab.

I tried to measure my breathing. Okay. So, he was going to figure out that I messed up.
Not like that’s anything new.
But I printed out a copy, so I can still take it to legal just like he said so he
really can’t be mad at me, can he?

Of course he could. If there was one thing he was good at, it was getting pissed off at me.

I picked up the file to take down to legal. Well, at least I remembered to do that. I handed it over to their administrative assistant without saying a single word and slumped back in the elevator with relief.

When I came back from dropping off the folder, I opened his calendar to sort his appointments, dreading the lecture to come.
I’m in for it...this is going to suck.

He came in around ten while I was out getting my coffee, and when I returned to my desk I could hear him on a phone call, speaking German and sounding generally unpleasant.

But maybe that’s ‘cuz German just kinda sounds angry anyway?
I know, I know. Wishful thinking. I started a new round of expense reports, my eyes glazing over as I stared at the rows and columns of endless numbers.

The hours went by. I jumped every time the phone rang, but he never called me. Nothing happened at lunch. Nothing at two...nothing at four. My mood got better and better.
Maybe I did it.
Hope fluttered in my chest.
Maybe he’s willing to let this one go...

And of course, that’s when the phone beeped.

“Yes, Mr. Banks?”

“Get in here, Miss Curtis.”

* * * *

He was leaning against the front of his desk, his hands gripping the edge of the sleek brown wood.

“Addie. Do you know why I called you in here?”

My heart sped up so fast I thought it would burst. “I, um...no?”

He glared at me. “You’re lying.”

I fidgeted, my hands cold. “Is this about...is this about the Apex file I left at your house last night? My mind raced. The files I gave to Legal were an exact replica of what he had seen last night. The only thing he could possibly be mad about was the fact that I’d left the first set at his house…right?

He crossed his arms. He was
not
pleased.

“What did I tell you to do with the Apex files?”

“Um. Drop them off with Legal?” I hesitated. “Mr. Banks, there’s no difference. The file I delivered today is literally the exact same file as—”

“Not the issue here, Addie.” His voice was short, authoritative. “What did you tell Legal?”

I paused.
Tell Legal? I just handed their assistant the files and—
shit. I knew exactly what I did wrong.

I sighed. “Nothing, Mr. Banks.”

“Nothing. So, you didn’t tell them about the clause? And you didn’t even give the file to the commercial team, just some assistant who happened to be standing around?”

Guilty as charged.
“I forgot,” I whispered, my voice scratchy. “I didn’t mean to—but I was so tired from—”

He frowned and held up a hand. “Stop right there. That’s no excuse, Addie, and you know it.”

Stalking towards me, he looked every inch the predator. A primal instinct stirred in me—in the presence of an alpha male like Mr. Banks, there was only one thing I could do.

I dropped to my knees.

He stopped in front of me, gazing down at me. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t spank you and send you home to your daddy,” he said, his voice low and coarse.

At his words the flesh between my legs began to tingle. I unbuttoned my top with trembling fingers, undoing my bra so my round, soft breasts spilled out, the nipples tight and hard.

He ran his fingers down the side of my face. “Prove it,” he said. “Prove that you want this job…that you want
this.
”

I caught his hand and slid his fingers into my mouth, my tongue lapping at his fingertips, appeasing him, begging for his favor. He pushed his thumb over my lips and into my mouth, and I sucked at it obediently as he stroked my hair, pushing it back so he could watch me suck on him.

“Such a pretty thing,” he muttered. “But maybe you’re good for one thing…and one thing only.”

Undoing his belt, I leaned forward and tugged his pants’ zipper down with my teeth, my nose brushing against the hot bulge of his erection.

“Yes, Mr. Banks,” I whispered. The way he said it aloud…the way he put me down, degraded me, it only made me feel hotter inside. It only made me want to please him more, like his pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

Begging with my eyes, I reached into his fly and pulled out his thick bronze cock. I inhaled sharply.
God, it’s huge…even bigger than the guy in that video…

I ran my fingers over him, worshipful. His cock had a faint, wicked curve to it.
It fits him.
Interlacing my fingers, I lowered my hands to the root and slid my palms up, rubbing my thumbs over the fat tip. He jerked slightly, his breath catching in his throat. I licked my lips, sliding my hand around his stiff base.

I kissed his cock, my wet lips spreading over his smooth, throbbing head. The tip of my tongue squirmed against the tiny hole at its tip, the salty flavor of his precum filling my mouth. I swallowed it down, loving how his scent coated my tongue, filled my nose, drenching me in
him.
I wanted more. I wanted to fill my mouth with his cum.

He growled softly. No words
—
there was nothing civilized about what we were doing. I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue over him, licking him, learning every ridge, tasting the texture of his skin.

“Open up,” he growled.

I opened my mouth and he pressed his cock in. I stretched my lips around his girth
—
but he was thicker than any boy I’d ever touched. His cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged. Suppressing the urge, I closed my eyes and swallowed him deep, my jaw aching from being stretched so wide.

A second later he was dragging his cock backward on my tongue, pulling himself out until his cock head rested on my lips.

“Your mouth was made for fucking,” he murmured, as he pushed himself back in. I whimpered as he stretched me open again, and he gasped slightly as the vibrations from my throat fluttered against his engorged shaft.

Humiliated and aroused, I had to agree with him...it seemed like the only thing I was good at was taking his cock.

Sliding a hand over his balls, I squeezed them gently as I tongued the line of flesh under his cock head.

“Addie,” he hissed. “Jesus Christ.”

I ignored the ache in my knees.
Take it, Addie, take it.
At that moment, his cock was my world
—
nothing else mattered.

I stroked his cock with my hands and bobbed my head slowly up and down his length, my mouth a wide O. I sucked as hard as I could but he was so thick, all I could do was keep my lips wrapped around him.

He held my hair back so he could watch me move on his cock, my saliva dripping down my chin. He swallowed hard. “Suck it,” he gasped. “That feels so good…”

I could feel the muscles in his thighs pulled taut, his world narrowing down to just me between his legs. I worked him faster and faster, my hand stroking him as I moved my lips up and down on the head of his cock.

He gripped my head with his broad hands, on the verge of coming. “Fuck,” he groaned, and pushed me back on the floor, standing over me as he feverishly pumped his cock in his hand. I lay there, twisting my nipples with my fingers, my mouth open and ready.

The cum shot out of his glistening cock and sprayed across my chin, dripping onto my throat.
Oh god, it’s so hot.

He grunted as the next spurt painted a white streak across my breasts, and he shook as he stroked his orgasm out, his cum dribbling onto my flushed pink chest.

“Addie,” he moaned, drawing out my name. He slumped against the desk, sweat showing on his collar, his chest shuddering as he tried to catch his breath.

I started to lift myself up on my forearms, his cum oozing down my breasts. “No,” he murmured, still in charge. “Lie back down, Addie.”

Swallowing thickly, I laid down on the floor again, Mr. Banks looming above. He slowly kneeled over me, his body straddling mine. I felt a trickle of wetness spill down my slit as I looked up at him.

Now I was all his. My body totally subject to his desires, his will.

His eyes never leaving mine, he cupped my cum-splattered breasts. I gasped at his firm, authoritative touch. “Don’t you dare wash it off...you’re going to walk around the rest of the day with my cum on you,” he rumbled. He rubbed the white fluid into my skin, coating my breasts and nipples with his essence, marking me as his property. My skin burned under his touch, absorbing the cum, the bitter scent of him overwhelming my senses.

Satisfied with his work, he let me go and stood up. I meekly sat up and pulled my bra cups over the aching, sticky flesh.

He barely glanced at me as he returned to his chair, picking up his reading glasses and tablet. “Oh, and one more thing, Addie...fix your lipstick.”

Chapter Six

The cum cooled to a powdery smooth finish underneath my bra. Every time I walked into a room with other employees, the shameful thrill of having Mr. Banks’s dried cum on my breasts sent a spark down through my pussy. And of course he ordered me to deliver files to every department in the building.

I walked to the train station in a haze. I could still feel him underneath my bra, and the humid New England air drenched me to my skin. The heat, my sweat, his cum
—
I fanned myself, feeling like I might pass out any minute.

Inside the train I found a corner seat
—
hidden and out of the way
—
and leaned my head against the window. I was on my way home...but after that? I knew he’d send for me. Like he'd done the past two nights.

But tonight was going to be special. I could just
feel
it...the way he’d looked at me in his office...he wanted to fuck me right then and there. Hold me to the floor, work off my panties, and fill me with his seed. I shivered.

Every time I thought about him my heart sped up. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the soaked fabric chafing against my hidden, swollen lips. Tonight
—
tonight was going to be something special.

* * * *

“Hey honey. How was work today?”

I mentally groaned. I looked decent, my hair in a loose braid and my shirt barely wrinkled
—
but the last thing I needed was a lecture from dad about professionalism.

“Fine, dad. What’s mom making for dinner?”

“Addie. I want to talk to you about something.”

He’s probably going to tell me off about getting up late again. Ugh.

“Your mom told me that this morning
—
not only did you wake up late and you were almost late getting to work, but you messed something up at Mr. Banks’s house last night?”

Thanks mom
, I thought bitterly.
So much for mother-daughter trust.

“I got there on time,” I said. That was the truth. “And I got him what he needed with the files last night.” Okay, so that one was
mostly
true.

Dad shook his head. “Addie, Addie, Addie. You’ve gotta be better about this stuff, hon. You wanna get fired? You’re lucky this doesn’t have to go on your résumé, honey, but you don’t wanna screw this up. Can’t screw it up. This is a chance of a
lifetime
for some people, and you need to do everything Mr. Banks asks you to do. Everything, you hear me?”

I stood there, chewing on my lip, trying not to say anything that might get me in even
more
trouble. “Uh-huh.”

“Uh-huh? Damn it, Addie. You gotta take this more seriously. This isn’t just your summer job
—
it’s my reputation on the line here too. Remember who got you got this job?”

I sighed. “Yeah dad, I get it. Can I please go now?”

He waved me off. “If you have to do something for him tonight,” he said to me as I ran up the stairs, “don’t fuck that up, too.”

I slammed the door behind me and burst into tears and giggles.

God—if only he knew.

* * * *

I filled my tub with scalding hot water and my favorite lavender salts. For a while, I just passed out in the warm, healing bath. I didn’t need dinner, not if it meant getting yelled at by mom and dad the entire time.

I mean, I was eighteen
—
three months away from starting college, for god’s sake. I could drive, dress myself, and was top of the honor roll all through high school
—
every parent’s dream. Who needed this crap?

Plunging into the bath, I gave a heavy sigh and tried to put mom and dad out of my mind. If anything they’d only gotten
more
protective and judgey as soon as I graduated.

As I drifted off I wondered what dad had told Mr. Banks to get me this job. Probably talked up my scholarship to Penn State or something
—
but if I was honest with myself it was most likely just a favor between two men.

Mr. Banks. I wondered if he had ever had a wife or girlfriend
—
he seemed like the kind of guy who was a total workaholic. There was so much I didn’t know about him, and somehow it didn’t really seem to matter.

It was funny...he was the same age as dad, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. All I cared about was when my phone would go off
—
when I could go see him.

I'd never looked twice at older men before. And frankly, all my high school boyfriends let me get away with bloody murder. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes and pout. But Mr. Banks let nothing go. He forced me into being his submissive little secretary. One minute I was a normal teenage girl, and the next moment I was nothing but his slave, his plaything. And secretly, nothing got me hotter than letting him control me...humiliate me. Anything to provoke him. Anything to please him.

The memory of him slathering his cum on my breasts sent a sinful wave of pleasure through my pussy.
Next time,
I promised myself,
next time I’m going to swallow all of his cum. He’s going to be so proud of me.
My stomach tingled.

Sliding under the bubbles, I held my breath and relaxed as the warm water covered my head. I had two hours before he called, if tonight was anything like the last two nights. I could play with my makeup and pick out the perfect outfit to blow him away.
Plenty of time.

A few minutes later, I heard my iPhone beeping in the distance
—
I had turned up the volume all the way so there was no way I could miss it.

Is he fucking serious?

I rose up out of the bath, splashing soapy water on the floor as I stumbled over to where it sat on the sink.

I stood there in the nude, rivulets of water trickling down my body, my heart thumping in my chest as I stared down at the phone.

Driver in 10

Shit. Did he really just give me ten minutes to get ready?

I grabbed the nearest towel and dried myself off, my mind racing. There was no way I’d be ready when the car got here.

Make him wait.
A wicked, seductive voice in the back of my mind suggested. I froze. Hm. Here I was, half-trained already—my automatic instinct was to immediately obey him. But what would happen...if I was late? Drive him to distraction, maybe. Make him do something he’d regret. A memory of his hot, angry eyes flashed through my mind and I started to smile, ever so faintly.
Oh yes. This time, he was going to have to wait for little Miss Curtis…

* * * *

The phone beeped again. This time it was the driver...Joe, I think his name was. Of course, he wanted to know when I would be coming down. That we were already late, and he didn’t want to be in trouble, blah blah blah.

I ignored him. This time, I was going to make an impression on Mr. Banks...and I was going to take my sweet time doing it.

You know what they say...always dress for the job you want, not the job you have.

I blow dried my hair in a flash and raced to my closet. Digging into my lingerie stash, I chose a tiny ivory thong. Just a little too small for me, it snuggled right into my soft pink crease, pressing tight on my clit. I loved the way it looked, the way it made me feel
—
a single rhinestone sat above my two cheeks, right before the thong disappeared into my crack.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” I breathed, catching sight of something red and green in the back of a drawer. It was my old plaid skirt from my Catholic middle school. I held my breath as I slipped it over my legs. Amazing
—
it still cinched closed around my waist, although it barely covered the tops of my thighs now.

I twirled in front of the mirror on the door, the skirt flying up just enough to show off the rhinestone sparkling above the ripe mounds of my ass.
Perfect for Mr. Banks.

Finally, I put on a white tube top
—thank god my boobs are perky enough to go without a bra.

I wrapped a long knit sweater tight around my body and snuck downstairs with my kitten heels in my hand, making sure that no one noticed I was leaving...or how I was dressed.

No one saw me. I ran towards the black car, my hair streaming loose and free behind me in the dark night.

Joe glanced at his mirror and I saw his eyebrows rise as I got comfortable in the back seat, slipping off the sweater to adjust my top. I mean, what would you think, if you were driving an eighteen-year-old girl to your boss’s house every night? Especially one dressed like I was? But I didn’t care. I picked up the compact in my pocket and painted my lips with the pale pink lipstick, looking at my reflection in the window.

God, I looked
young.
Maybe it was the tube top but I looked like jailbait. Like I was just coming straight from confession at church. I tugged the top down slightly, showing the smooth, plump curves of the tops of my breasts.
There—that’s better.

The car drove straight to Mr. Banks’s exclusive neighborhood, where the nearest house was hundreds of feet away. Then we were there: right in front of the sleek house behind the bamboo hedges.

Huh.
He didn’t even give the excuse of needing anything from the office tonight.
Maybe he never needed anything. Maybe he just needed an excuse...

* * * *

I hugged the thin sweater around me as I walked up to the front door like it was my protection. He was looking at me from the security cameras. He had to be—the main door swung open and I walked right in, instinctively heading towards the study. The door was open, and I could see inside.

Tonight there was a fire roaring in the fireplace. The entire mansion was air-conditioned to the point that it fell like the middle of winter, but Mr. Banks’s study was warm, luxurious, and as sumptuous as ever. It seemed to glow, as I approached it.

Pushing the door open, I stood there in the entryway, waiting for him to acknowledge me. I don’t know what happened. All my boldness, all of my daring...it seemed to vanish into thin air as soon as I knew that Mr. Banks was near.

He was sitting in an armchair near the fire, his head bent over a book.

“Mr. Banks?” I whispered, wondering where my voice had gone.

He looked up, and I could see a shock go through him as he took in the shape of my body under my thin sweater. He cleared his throat.

“You’re late.”

There
was the never-satisfied Mr. Banks that I knew. “I didn’t know we had a date planned.”

He ignored me. “Addie,” he said. “What you’re wearing…that is not appropriate dress for the workplace.”

I meekly tugged at my sweater. All my bratty intentions disappeared under his hard gaze. “I dunno,” I said, shyly. “I mean, you didn’t ask me to bring you anything from the office tonight, Mr. Banks.”

He put his book aside and folded his hands in his lap. “I wanted to talk to you, Addie. I want to make my expectations perfectly, crystal clear to you, as you seem to do better under a strong hand. With explicit directions.” He studied my face, searching for a reaction.

I could only gape at him, astonished. Was he finally going to fire me?

“Come here,” he said, his voice clear and firm.

I walked over like I was hypnotized. As if any girl could disobey a voice like his. I stopped a few feet away from the fireplace, at the edge of the thick Persian rug.

His gaze slowly raked up my body. He made me feel like I was already stark naked, the way his eyes moved over me, taking in every curve. Like he owned me. Like I was his possession.

Everything seemed to be very, very quiet, even though I knew the fire was crackling only a few feet away. I couldn’t breathe—my chest burned as I dropped my eyes to the floor, shy and submissive. I was waiting. Waiting for him—waiting to do anything he asked of me.

“Take off that sweater, Addie.”

Exhaling, I eased it off one shoulder, and then the other…I let it drop to the floor.

The room was so quiet I could hear the sharp inhale of his breath as he looked at me, my cleavage pouring out of my top, the Catholic schoolgirl skirt that barely covered my puss.

“Jesus Christ,” I heard him mutter to himself. His face tightened. I couldn’t tell if he was pleased or angry.

“Totally inappropriate,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “You should know, Addie…it’s unacceptable to wear clothes like that around your boss.” He stared at me, his eyes unreadable. “I’m old enough to be your father.”

He leaned back in his armchair with his tumbler of whiskey, seeming relaxed, but I could see his muscles flexing under his collar.

“Take it all off,” he ordered.

The command sent a lick of fire through my belly, right through my sweet little cunt. I swallowed, my throat dry, and unbuttoned the skirt, letting it fall to the floor.