At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes (5 page)

His eyes widened to see the ivory thong, just a size too small for me, chafing between my delicate pink lips.

The top next.
Biting my lip, I lifted it up and over my head, my soft, ripe breasts bouncing free.

I stood there, squeezing my thighs together, wrapping my arms over my breasts.
Why am I feeling shy all of a sudden?

It must have had something to do with the way Mr. Banks was looking at me—predatory, masterful, dominant. The man sipped his whiskey slowly, enjoying the sight of his obedient young secretary stripped down to almost nothing.

“Turn around,” he directed me. “Slowly.”

I did as he asked, trying not to shiver. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. I had my back to him and I heard him make a soft sound of appreciation as he saw my plump ass.

He put down his glass. “Addie,” he said. “Come here.”

I walked towards him, my arms still tight around my chest. He reached out and slid a hand over my hip, drawing me close until I was standing next to the armchair, my thighs pressed lightly against the armrest. One part of me wanted to cut and run...the rest of me knew that I wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

“Put your arms down,” he ordered, his voice quieter now, but no less commanding. I trembled slightly and obeyed, my arms falling to my sides. He slid his hand from my waist to my breasts, his hand skimming over my nipples...then he was stroking them, his hand kneading the swelling flesh, the backs of his fingers circling the rosy buds until they were puckered and erect.

Without thinking about it I arched my back. I could feel the narrow string of my thong getting wet, the soaked polyester biting the tender skin of my folds. A hot quiver shot through my slit.
God...is he going to make me come just by playing with my tits?

I sighed, and just like that—his hand was gone. That was when I felt a kiss on my belly...a soft one, just lips at first. Then there was the wet press of a tongue on my skin, and the press of his hot lips into that smooth, moist skin. I snaked my fingers through his hair, pulling his head against me. No one had ever kissed me there, of all places…

He dipped his tongue into my belly button before pulling away, his eyes climbing up my naked torso, until he met my gaze. “Addie,” he whispered, sliding his fingers into the sides of my thong. “These are way too small for you.”

With that, he pulled down my thong, exposing the damp patch of hair above my puffy, needy slit. He peeled it down until it fell useless on the floor.

That was it. I was stripped bare now...he could see all of me. He brushed his nose against the soft thatch of hair, scenting me, then wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked hard and fast, his tongue tip stroking over its hood.

“Oh god,” I gasped. “Oh my god...Mr. Banks!” I jerked as a quick, violent orgasm burst through my pussy, almost painful in intensity. “Ohhh…” The throbbing fluttered fast, in time with his licks. I whined as he just barely scraped the edge of his teeth across my clit.

He’d been priming me for this all day—getting me ready, getting me wet.
It was too easy
. But this orgasm only made me hotter, more desperate...it wasn’t a release. Not even close.

My inner thighs were coated with my juices now. I knew that in the amber light of the fire they must be glistening...I knew that he could see how wet I was, how ready I was for his cock.

He stood up from his armchair, and I stumbled back and fell on my knees, shocked by his stature, his presence.

I fell back on my forearms as he loomed over me, my nude body between his feet. “Lie down,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust.

I lay back on the thick, lush rug, my hair falling around me. Mr. Banks stared at me naked below him as he undressed—he unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt. I reached up to tug his pants and boxers off, gasping when I saw his stiff, curving cock in the firelight.

My clit ached in response, as if it knew how good it would feel to have his cock inside me. “Mr. Banks,” I whispered, breathless. “Are you going to fuck me?”

The minute the words left my mouth I blushed deep. It was strange how he could make me feel like a silly girl and a grown woman at the same time...his brooding masculinity seemed to draw out my own burning, willing femininity.

He knelt between my legs, pulling one up over his body so my ankle rested on his shoulder. “Isn’t that what you want?” he whispered back. “My sweet little Addie…”

He stroked the hot head of his cock up and down my drenched slit, parting my soft crease, the obscene squish of my juices the only sound in the room. I moaned and grabbed my breasts, pinching the nipples hard. It was too much. My pussy clenched, desperate to be filled with him.

I was about to beg when he finally pressed the head of his cock against my slick entrance.

“Say you’re mine,” he said, raspy.

“What?” I breathed.
I need his cock, I need it…

“Say you’re mine,” he repeated.

I squirmed underneath him, but he held me down. “Say it.” His voice was gruff.

What choice did I have? I was so obviously at his mercy. “I’m yours,” I whispered.

He pushed his cock in, just the head, and my mouth opened wide, gasping as my pussy stretched to fit him.

Then he stopped. “Who do you belong to, Addie?”

There was only one answer I could give.

“You.” I said it so quietly I didn’t know if he heard it.

“Say it again.” He pushed in another inch of his burning hot erection.

“I belong to you,” I cried out, my control crumbling. “Oh, Mr. Banks…”

He pressed his cock all the way in, opening me up, groaning as my slippery walls stretched around his thick, rigid flesh.

“That’s my girl,” he growled. “Jesus...I can’t believe I’m fucking little Addie from down the street...all grown up.” He pulled out and thrust back in, every muscle taut. I arched my back to get more of him, but he only gave me another hard thrust and then withdrew.

He gyrated his hips against mine, his angle changing, his cock stroking every inner crevice. The feeling of him grinding his cock into me...I couldn’t get enough. Every thrust rubbed his flesh against my clit and I was vibrating with pleasure.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered. “Please, Mr. Banks...please fuck me harder…”

His face dark with desire he leaned forward until my knees were bent and tucked against his chest. I’d never been spread so wide, so vulnerable, so open to be fucked.

He sank his cock back inside me.
God. So deep…

“I own you, Addie,” he growled. “All of you. Your mind, your body, your pussy. You’re mine.”

I gasped as his thrusts sped up, his balls slapping against my slit, every muscle in his body tightening as he put all his power into fucking me. I lifted my hands to touch him but he pinned them down next to my head as he pounded into me, my breasts jiggling with every thrust.

I could feel my orgasm building again, but this time it was a tsunami, starting low and deep in my pussy, centered on his cock, bubbling up to the surface and then I’m coming, coming, my juices squirting out of my pussy as he pounded into me.

“God,” he groaned, feeling me constrict around him, every throb milking his cock. “Addie!”

He ground his hips against me as he came, choking with pleasure, his cum pouring into me so hot and thick that I could feel him filling me up with his seed.

I writhed under him, my pussy contracting with the aftershocks of my coming. He leaned himself on top of me and kissed me. It was a deep kiss that told me I was his plaything...his property, his slave.

He’s still holding me down...

He’s not ever going to let me go.

Chapter Seven

Joe said nothing as he drove me home, my hair a hot mess, my lips swollen. But anyone who saw me that night would have known that I’d been freshly fucked. I smiled to myself and rolled up the privacy window.

No one was awake when I got home, so I snuck up the stairs without anyone seeing me in my tiny plaid skirt, cum still sliding down my thighs. By the time I'd showered and got into bed, I was more exhausted than I’d ever been in my life. I fell immediately into a deep sleep.

Four hours later, mom was shaking me awake—
ugh, not again. All I wanna do is sleep…

“Addie,” she hissed in my ear. “Addie, there’s a car outside for you!”

I lifted my head. “Huh?”

“There’s a car. Outside. In the driveway. For you.” She was still in her nightgown, her foot tapping with impatience.

“What time is it?” I swung my legs out of bed. “Oh,” I whispered. The flesh between my legs ached with every movement.

“It’s five in the morning. Can you please explain why your boss is sending a car to our house at five in the morning?”

I stood up, sighing.
Why do I get the feeling that this is going to be a very, very long day?
“Mom, I have no idea. Seriously.”

“Addie,” came dad’s voice from the hallway outside my room. “If that car’s from Mr. Banks, you’d best get up and get ready to go.”

I picked up my phone and checked my texts. The first one was received at four.
Four in the freaking morning!

Biz trip to Miami, driver coming in one hour

Then there was another one at four thirty:
Pack for 1 week.

I ran a hand through my hair, still half asleep. He wanted me to drop everything and go to Miami for an entire week? I sighed. I knew what dad would tell me to do.

“Guess I’m going on a business trip to Miami,” I said.

Mom looked surprised. “He didn’t tell you beforehand? That’s strange.”

“Nope,” I said, dropping to my knees and digging underneath my bed for something to hold my clothes. “That’s not his style.”

“You must have made quite an impression on him, honey, if he’s asking you to go on a business trip in your first week.”

I blushed, glad that she couldn’t see my face.

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess I did.”

* * * *

I piled my stuff in an old duffel bag, barely noticing what I was packing. All I knew was that Mr. Banks didn’t like being kept waiting...and dad was watching everything I did, pushing me to hurry up, get going.

Outside, Joe helped me put the bag in the trunk and then we were off to the airport, the early morning sky still black. I yawned.

“Joe,” I said. “Any chance we can stop for some coffee? Do you know a good spot on the way?”

“Sorry, miss,” he replied. “Got orders from Mr. Banks. Your flight leaves at seven and I’ll be in big trouble with Mr. Banks if you’re late. You understand, right?”

Figures.
I leaned back and watched the street lights go by, wondering if I had time for a nap. But we were at the airport before I knew it. Joe got out of the car, opening my door and then picked up my bag from the trunk.

“So which airline am I on?”

He grinned at me. “I think you’re in for a pleasant surprise, Miss Curtis.” He headed off to the left.

“Hey, Joe,” I said. “Isn’t the terminal
that
way?” I pointed in the opposite direction.

“Like I said, miss,” he replied, refusing to slow down. “You’re in for a pleasant surprise.”

I followed him, wondering where we were going. He smiled as he led me to an almost deserted building...when I checked in at the counter I didn’t get a boarding pass. I didn’t even have to wait in line for security. I was through in three minutes. Joe came with me through security—it was as if he was old friends with the entire staff.

He pointed to a door. “Right through there, miss,” he said. “And don’t forget about your bag.”

I took the duffel and opened the door—I walked right into the open, the cool dawn breeze in my hair. And in the distance I could see a sleek, beautiful Gulfstream jet.

Oh my god.

Mr. Banks had his own plane?

I walked towards it with my jaw hanging open. I had always known that Mr. Banks was wealthy, but I had no idea just
how
rich he really was. Anyway, I never expected this. I suddenly wished I wasn’t wearing my slouchy Penn State t-shirt and fraying denim shorts.

I climbed the air stairs, running my hand along the smooth bannister, taking a deep breath when I got to the door. He was in there. He was expecting me…

* * * *

There was no one in the cabin but us. I stared at him, my duffel sliding off my shoulder. My jaw was probably still on the floor.

“Mr. Banks,” I said. “I, um...I’m here.”

“I can see that, Addie.” He was sitting on a sofa, a tablet in his lap. He looked back down, pointedly ignoring me.

“I hope you brought something more professional to wear than what you’ve got on,” he said. “We’re in Miami on business, after all.”

“It’s not like I had a lot of time to pack,” I said, dropping the duffel on the carpet. “I mean, a couple of hours, even. A whole day would’ve been better. I mean, you can’t expect me to just—”

He dropped the tablet on the side table, turning his gaze on me. “Things can change very quickly sometimes,” he said, coolly. “In business and in life. Don’t you agree?”

“I guess so,” I said, suddenly absent-minded. I was walking over the perfect white carpet, running my hands over the chairs, looking out the window. Everything was pristine, like it was brand new. Of course there was a flat screen TV. There was even a small bar tucked into the back.
Amazing.

There was the distant sound of the engine starting.

“Sit down,” he ordered. “You have to be buckled in during takeoff.” I glanced at him.

“Are you going to buckle up?”

“No.”

“Then why should I?” I pouted.

“Because I told you to,” he said. I swear I could hear his patience wearing thin. I gave him a mischievous smile and slid into the seat.

“How about this,” I said, feeling playful. “How about you sit down in the chair across from me, right there...and then I’ll put on my seatbelt.”

He sighed, stood up, and walked over to the seat across from me. “Fine. If that’s what it takes.”

“I’m not an easy girl to please, Mr. Banks.” I smiled and crossed my legs.

“I beg to differ,” he murmured.

“Hey,” I said, smiling and blushing at the same time. “I, um…”

Fortunately the sound of the engine roaring to life cut me off right there. The plane began its trip down the runway...and then there was that weightless feeling of taking off. I laughed—I never thought this would be something I would do. Flying to Florida in a private jet?
Wow.

My eye caught his. He was watching me...always watching me, like I was his new favorite toy. A toy that he most definitely didn’t want to share.

Well. Maybe I want to play with his toy.

I shifted and the t-shirt sleeve dipped off of me, exposing my naked shoulder and the top of my breast. Oh yes. I was in such a rush that I hadn’t even bothered to put on a bra. I dipped my hand into my top, tugging out a breast, my fingers kneading the heavy flesh.

I dared to look at him again...his lips were parted, his chest rising and falling. With a wicked smile I dipped my head and brought my nipple up to my mouth, sucking it between my lips, my tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive pink flesh.

It felt so good, the way my hot saliva coated on my nipple...decadent and obscene. I suckled myself harder and a wetness began to grow between my legs. I could hear the wet slurp of my mouth on my nipples, even over the sound of the jet.

I lifted my eyes and saw the huge, telltale bulge in his crotch, his eyes eating up every move I made, every lick and suck.

“Mmm,” I murmured, my tongue still stroking my nipple. “Feels so good.” The plane was soaring up now, and I knew he couldn’t get up from his chair. He could only watch me nibbling at my nipple, trapped.

“Addie,” he growled, a warning in his tone. I could see his legs flexing, his erection growing.
More
, the wicked voice in the back of my mind whispered.

I slid a hand under my denim waistband, reaching down under my panties, finding the soft patch of pubic hair. Of course, he could only stare…stare and fantasize about what my hand was doing under my clothes.

It was easy to find my clit, already peeping out of my slick folds. Dipping my fingers a little lower I coated them with my juices, then stroked a single finger over the hot little button.

“Oh,” I gasped, leaning my head on the headrest. “Mmm.”

I opened an eye to see that he had freed his cock from his pants. He caressed it with long, luscious strokes, making himself even hotter, his cock hardening into its perfect thick curve.
So I guess he likes my little show.

My other hand found my bare nipple again, and teased it with tiny circles on the areola, the soft flesh puckering.

Oh yeah
. I could feel the fire between my legs growing as I rubbed my clit a little harder, my wet fingertips stroking it through its hood. I gasped, both my hands working my soft, sensitive flesh, the tide of sensations coming closer and closer. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the tight crotch of my shorts rubbing on my pussy, my panties riding up into my slit, pressure coming from every angle.

I could feel my hand growing a little numb now, the waistband biting into my wrist. But I couldn’t stop—I was so close.

The plane was still climbing. Mr. Banks’s hand moved faster on his swollen organ, up and down…I kept teasing my nipple, until it felt like it would explode from pleasure. And below, my hand grabbed my juicy pussy lips tight around my clit and squeezed
hard.

“Ohh,” I squealed. “I’m coming…oh god…I’m coming!”

The orgasm pulsed from my clit straight through my smooth center, my cunt and panties soaked through with my cum. I pinched my fingers around my lips, feeling my pussy throbbing rhythmically. “Ohh…” I moaned, feeling it slow down.

My thighs relaxed as an afterglow spread over me, tingling and soothing. It was only when I glanced down that I saw that there was a dark, slowly spreading spot of wetness on my denim.

I was so wet I’d drenched my shorts.

“Addie,” groaned Mr. Banks again. “You little showoff…you little slut.”

My nerves jumped at this. No one had ever called me that before…but hearing him say those words catapulted me back into a world of dirty desire.

“Come here,” he demanded, his eyes like hot coals. “Let me give you what you’re asking for.”

I unbuckled my seatbelt. He asked me to, after all…I could never say no to him. I started to stand up.

“No,” he said. “Crawl, Addie. Hands and knees.”

Licking my lips, I dropped to the floor, crawling towards him like an animal. I reached him and rose up on my knees, his cock waving in front of my face. I knew what he wanted.

I gave his shaft a long lick, from root to tip, then ran my tongue back down the other side, covering him with my saliva. He tasted so good, like salt and sweat. God, there was something about the smell of his cock that drove me crazy.

His cock head was red and gleaming with precum, and I licked it off, savoring him. He groaned as I swirled my tongue over the hot tip.

“Suck it,” he said, his voice tight with lust.

I closed my mouth over him and sucked on the head of his cock, my tongue rubbing against every ridge, teasing the last drops of precum out of his slit. I wrapped my hands around his base, feeling the rough thatch of pubic hair, the soft bulges of his balls.

Slowly, I began to bob my head up and down on his cock, my hands moving in sync with my mouth, worshipping his erection. All I wanted to do was please him…

He held my hair back so he could watch me, my mouth sliding on him, my lips stretched around his thickness.

“You should see yourself,” he muttered. “You look so hot like this, Addie.” His voice rumbled in his chest.

I hummed around his cock, trying to say something, but he only pushed my head down further, ramming his cock deep into my mouth until it touched my throat.

Holding my head in place with his hands, he began to buck his hips up and down, thrusting into my mouth, softly at first, groaning as the ridge under his cock rubbed against my tongue. My jaw ached but I loved the feeling of his burning rod sliding in and out over my lips, taking his pleasure, using me like he owned me, like I was his plaything.

His thrusts came faster now, his breath puffing as he fucked my mouth. I clung to his legs, his hands tight in my hair, keeping me trapped.

“Oh god,” he moaned, bucking his hips forward. “I’m coming...Jesus, Addie...I’m coming!”