At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes (8 page)

The masseur squeezed and stroked my flesh, and the throbbing between my legs got worse. I squeezed my eyes shut as he worked up my inner thighs, wondering if he could smell me—the fresh, musky scent of my pussy rising up from between my legs.

I imagined that I was that blonde, ropes tying me in place ...and Mr. Banks sliding his cock into my forbidden little rosebud, shooting his cum into that dark and secret place.

I gasped as my nipples tightened against the table and my pussy throbbed with pleasure.

Oh my god...I can’t believe I just came right now...

The sound of Mr. Banks rising up from his massage table told me that he had heard me make that little gasp.

“That’s enough for now,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“But sir, you booked us for a full hour and our—”

“Enough. Get out. You can come back for your equipment later.
Out.
” His voice was stern, on the verge of anger.

There was a pause, and then I heard footsteps and the suite’s main door opening and closing. We were alone.

I knew I was in for it now.

Chapter Twelve

“Stay there,” he warned me. I lay there trembling but turned my head and looked at him, his form sharp and masculine in the dim light.

He pulled the towel off my hips and tossed it on the floor, lowering his lips to my lower back, yanking my panties below my ass and kissing my cheeks.

“You've ruined these panties,” he murmured, and I heard the sharp sound of ripping fabric. “They’re soaked all the way through with your cum, baby.”

I breathed a little faster. Suddenly he was lifting me up, spinning me around and kissing me hard, his tongue licking me open, dipping deep in my mouth.

He backed me up against a wall and picked me up.

He lowered me onto his cock, inch by inch sliding up inside me, gravity pulling me down on his engorged organ. It stretched me wide open, and I clung to his shoulders for dear life.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “It’s so thick…”

“Take it,” he hissed into my ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the minute you left the bedroom this morning. You little show off...you little brat.”

He lifted me up, my back sliding along the wall and then pushed me back down on his cock, my breasts rubbing on his muscular chest. We were both covered in massage oil, our bodies moving together smoothly, the friction hot and maddening between us.

His curved cock slid into me again and again until I was gasping, whining, begging.

“More,” I begged. “Harder...oh, god!” My back was on fire but it didn’t matter. I just wanted more of him.

Growling, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, tossing me on the bed. My pussy was wet, swollen, and ready to be fucked.

I parted my legs for him, ready...so ready.

But instead, he rolled me onto my stomach. A mirror was mounted on the wall directly in front of me, and I could see Mr. Banks climbing onto the bed behind me, a bottle of lube in his hands.

A naughty thrill shot through me. I was sopping wet. There was no need for lube unless…

Unless he was going to fuck me in the ass.

A new fire started to build between my legs. The thought was so forbidden, so incredibly wrong...but I remembered the blonde in the video again and I knew I wanted it. I wanted Mr. Banks to be the first man to fuck me there.

I watched as he parted my cheeks and stroked my tiny hole with his lube-covered fingers until he felt me relax. His other hand slid under me and found my clit again, rubbing and squeezing the bud in its hood.

I felt so warm, so liquid, so turned on that when he finally started to push a finger into my ass it actually felt
good
.

In the mirror I saw my face getting redder as he slid in another finger, stroking me gently, twisting his fingers to stretch my tight ring open. It was wrong...but I was more turned on than ever.

A third finger slipped through my asshole, and I was starting to feel a familiar pressure inside as he fingered me, feeling me open up. He rubbed my clit a little harder and I gasped, and slid my hands under my breasts to touch my nipples.

“That’s right,” he muttered. “Rub the tips, baby...just like that.”

My pussy was creaming so hard that I knew that I had to be dripping onto the bed by now.

“So wet,” he murmured. “You like this, Addie? Yeah, I think you do…”

He lay down next to me and pulled me against him on my side, spooning me gently. He was still fingering my ass, sliding in and out.

“Play with your clit,” he whispered in my ear.

Trembling, I slid my hand down my body until I touched the throbbing bud. I could see my naked front in the mirror now, and Mr. Banks dropping kisses on my shoulder, my hips shaking slightly each time he pushed his fingers into my asshole.

My bare pussy was glistening with my cum. I’d never been so turned on in my life, even if what was to come still scared me a little bit.

Finally, he lifted up one of my cheeks, positioning the head of his cock against my tender pink hole. For a while he just rubbed the head of his cock over my asshole, letting me feel how hard he was, how hot.

“I love you, Addie,” he whispered into my ear.

I gasp softly. “Mr. Banks,” I rasped.

I could feel him pushing slowly, feeling my resistance but pressing in anyway, his hardness stretching me open.

“Oh god,” I moaned, my fingers pausing on my clit as I tried to get used to being stretched around him like this.

“Relax,” he murmured. “Keep playing with yourself.”

Obediently I started to rub myself again, looking in the mirror to see my open mouth, my flushed face, my tight pink nipples. And Mr. Banks behind me, his body taut with tension as he pushed in a little further.

“Oh,” I gasp. “It’s—I’m too—”

He played with my nipples, squeezing them between his fingers. “Yeah,” he panted. “You’re doing fine, baby...you’re so hot right now. Look at yourself…”

He pushed in another inch and I groaned as I felt myself stretching to accommodate him.

“Do you love me?” he asked softly.

I was trembling, all my nerves on fire. He pressed in until his balls came to rest against my cheeks. He was buried to the hilt inside my ass.

“Yes,” I whispered back. “I love you, Mr. Banks.”

It was a release, to admit that at last. Even if he'd had to tease it out of me.

The words seemed to have a fiery effect on him. He rotated his cock inside me, forcing me to adjust to him, letting me get used to having him inside my ass.

He slid his hands under my knees and pulled up my legs until they were tucked against me, my body curled up, his cock still buried inside me.

“I’m going to fuck your sweet little ass,” he growled into my ear. “So you know who you belong to, Addie...
god
, you’re so tight.”

He pulled himself out until just the head of his cock was in my ass, then pushed steadily back in until he was fully sheathed inside me again.

“Oh god,” I moaned and squirmed. “I don’t know if I can…”

“Yes you can,” he murmured. “You were made for this, Addie. Made for taking my cock…in your mouth...your pussy...and your ass.” He thrust inside me, a tiny bit faster and harder this time.

I pressed my clit harder, scissoring it between my fingers, dipping my fingertips into my pussy. I could feel his cock. I moaned, the strange feeling of being filled in both holes sending unfamiliar sensations through my body.

He licked my neck and bit down on the soft flesh of my shoulder. Every erogenous zone of my body was aching now, stimulated by fingers or lips or cock.

Mr. Banks grunted as he sped up, his hands digging into my hips, holding me in place as he moved in and out of my ass.

“You feel so good,” he rumbled. “So tight.”

Feeling him groan and pulsing into me, I rubbed my clit harder, the feeling of being filled by his cock driving me wild. Looking in the mirror I saw him sliding his thick organ in and out of me, my rosebud gaping whenever he pulled out.

It was so naughty—so wrong. But the sounds he was making were agonized, like he was on the verge of coming. It only made me hotter. I panted as he pounded into me...hypnotized, I worked my clit harder, watching him fuck my ass in the mirror.

“Oh god, Mr. Banks!” I squeeze my eyes shut as the orgasm flooded my body. “I’m coming...oh god, fuck me!” I pushed my ass towards him, begging for more of his cock. He moaned and pumped into me harder, the sound of our wet flesh filling the air.

He clutched me against him as he came, his breathing heaving in my ear, his body going stiff as he came. “Addie,” he moaned, and I could feel him filling up my ass, each thrust spilling more and more of his hot cum into my depths.

He stayed inside me as long as he could, keeping me tight against him. That’s how I fell asleep—fucked raw, and feeling totally loved and safe.

* * * *

Mr. Banks informed me that it was our last day in Miami. Naturally, he got up early to attend a meeting on the other side of town. I slept in until eleven, rolling over onto his side of the bed to breathe in his scent.

The faint smell of sex clung to the sheets...I remembered what we had done the night before and smiled to myself. He’d been so infinitely naughty. My ass was sore—for a second I wondered if I’d be able to walk.

I took a deep breath and carefully eased myself out of bed, taking slow steps towards the bathroom. Once inside I filled the bathtub with hot water, poured in a bottle of bubble bath and slid myself under the foamy surface.

I sighed as the soreness started to fade. Not that I regretted it. Not that I regretted
anything.
Letting him fuck me in the ass—it seemed only right, to let the man I loved take me in every way. In every place.

The man I loved
. It was surreal to think that of all the men in the world, I’d fall in love with Mr. Banks. I didn’t even feel comfortable calling him by his first name...Jon. I tried it out, whispering it aloud.
Jon. Jon Banks.

No...there was something wrong about that. It didn’t sound right on my lips. I knew how things were between us—he was my master, and I was his sweet little slut.

Strange, to think that all this began with a summer internship. Things had changed so quickly in the past few weeks...at first I was just his secretary. And now…

I had to wonder what would happen when we went back to Connecticut. Of course, I still had to finish up the internship over the next two months...with all that entailed. I could stay after work, and deliver his files to him at night. Keep it all our dirty little secret. But what would happen when I had to leave for college?

Penn State wasn’t that far away. But Mr. Banks was an impatient man...and a possessive one.

But I knew he’d never let me go...that’s what he’d said.

And Mr. Banks never broke a promise.

Chapter Thirteen

I slipped into a beautiful strapless red dress that hugged my body so tight that I wondered if I’d be able to eat a single bite at dinner. I squeezed my feet into some Louboutins and grabbed a black leather clutch, waiting for the text from Mr. Banks.

Car’s @ the lobby
.

I took my time going downstairs, touching my side swept hair and silver earrings to make sure that I looked absolutely perfect. Mr. Banks deserved nothing less.

When I emerged from the Four Seasons lobby, he was waiting next to the executive car, dressed in a sleek black suit, his hands casually resting in his pockets.

God, he looks good...
he looked handsome, and masculine in a careless way that made him seem young and dashing.

His eyes ran down my body. I blushed despite myself.

“That dress,” he murmured. “My, my, my.” He pulled me to him and slid a hand possessively over my waist.

“Better get in the car now,” he ordered, “or we’ll never leave the hotel.”

I smiled and let him guide me into the back seat of the car. We didn’t say anything on the drive. Mr. Banks just stroked my hand with a finger.

He guided me out of the car with the same care like I was a porcelain doll, escorting me into the sushi restaurant like a gentleman.

It was a secluded, exclusive place—the lighting was low but warm, and I barely saw any of the other patrons. It felt like we were alone. For a while we just looked at each other—or he looked at me, anyway. Part of me still felt shy whenever he looked straight at me, which was strange considering how far I’d gone with him. I played with the tablecloth, wondering when I’d work up the nerve to say something.

The waiter filled our glasses with wine. I picked up the glass and was about to take a sip when he stopped me, slipping his hand over mine and lowering the glass back down.

“Hey,” I said, surprised. “I was about to—”

“You’re eighteen,” he said, amused. “This is totally illegal.”

I blushed. “After what we did last night,” I whispered. “You’re concerned that a little bit of wine is going to turn me into...what, some kind of crazy bimbo?”

I put the wine glass down but didn’t let go of it. I had my confidence back. “Besides.
They
think I’m old enough.”

He chuckled. “But I know better,” he said, and pulled the glass away from me.

I pouted. “Well can I at least get a soda? A coke?”

“This is the finest sushi restaurant in the entire state of Florida. It has three Michelin stars. And you want me to order you a
coke
?”

I smiled. “You could just let me have my wine,” I said, teasing.

He shook his head but summoned a waiter over. “The lady will have a Coca-Cola,” he said. “If you even have those.”

The waiter raised his eyebrows but then just glided away. A few minutes later he reappeared with a bottle of Coke and a glass of ice.

And a curly straw.

I started laughing. I couldn’t help it. Mr. Banks looked at me as I cracked up, and smiled. It was such a rare thing, that smile—it was
real
.

I fanned myself lightly with my hand as I giggled, cooling off. “Sorry about that,” I said, clearing my throat. “Can’t help it sometimes.”

The ghost of his smile was still on his lips. “I don’t mind.” He paused. “Besides...you look sexy when you laugh.”

I poured the soda into my glass and took a sip of my Coke through the straw. “If you say so.”

For a while we talked about school...what I was planning to major in, that kind of stuff. It was weird to realize that he was genuinely interested in what I wanted to do...mom and dad always expected good grades but they never really
cared
.

We were so deep in conversation that I barely noticed when the dessert course was served—and believe me, I
love
dessert. So that was unexpected.

I dug into the green tea ice cream like there was no tomorrow. Mr. Banks barely touched his ice cream, and nodded his permission when I reached for his plate.

“I’ll be headed to Japan as soon as we get back to Connecticut,” he told me.

I twirled my spoon in my dish. “I know,” I said, feeling my mood drop ever so slightly.

“I’ll be back in two weeks.”

I bit my lip. Two weeks seemed like
forever
. I glanced up at him and saw he was staring at me intently.

“Addie,” he said, and paused.

I could feel the words hanging in the air.
I love you.

“Keep yourself busy,” he finally said. “Stay out of trouble.”

* * * *

Of course, I was already looking for trouble as soon as we boarded the Gulfstream that night.

If he’s going to leave me for two weeks...well, I’d better give him something to remember me by.

The cabin lights were soft and dim, and as I strapped myself in I held my breath as the jet took off. I could hardly believe that we were leaving. Part of me wished we could stay in Miami forever.

After take off Mr. Banks sat down at the small desk and opened his laptop, joining yet another videoconference.
The man’s a total workaholic.

Maybe it’s time that changed.
I waited until the call was under way, unbuckled myself and walked towards him with a slow, rolling step. He saw me coming and shook his head slightly.

I ignored it. He was the boss most of the time...but sometimes, even a meek little mouse like me could come out and play, right?

I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor, then peeled off the bra and panties. Standing there nude, I teased out my tiny pink clit from between my lips and ran a fingertip slowly over it, up and down.

The look in his eyes was deadly. I walked towards him, my hips swaying. I knelt down and crawled under the table until my head was between his knees, and unzipped his fly to pull out his beautiful hard cock.

Just like our flight over here, I thought to myself, as I licked the head of his cock into my mouth. I loved the velvet feel of his cock between my lips.

Taking my time, I swept my tongue over him, rubbing the tip against the ridge underneath, feeling him jerk whenever I gently grazed him with my teeth. I lapped up the drops of precum that oozed out, savoring his special taste, my mouth watering as I remembered the bitter flavor of his cum.

He was still talking, but his voice was tense, and he slid a hand down to rest on my hair. He wasn’t nudging me away...no, he was pushing my head down, encouraging me to take him deeper into my throat.

I slid my mouth all along his thickness, feeling his head press into my throat.
God, this is making me so wet.
My pussy prickled with a familiar pleasure...as I leaned forward to take more of his cock I felt my slick folds tingle.

I bobbed my head up and down, moving faster, taking him deeper. He began to roll his hips up, his hand still holding my head down, making shallow thrusts into my throat. I closed my eyes, relishing the way he held onto his control, even as I felt the muscles in his thigh flexing.

“Auf Wiedersehen,” I heard him snap, and slammed the laptop closed. He pushed the desk aside and looked down at me, the naked girl on her knees, sucking on his cock.

“Get up,” he said, his voice rough.

I stood and he yanked me down in his lap, turning me around so I was sitting with my bare back to his chest. I could see his cock sliding between the V of my thighs, the fat head rocking against my clit.

He rubbed the top of his cock along the full length of my slit, grunting as my wet pussy left a wet trail on his swollen organ.
So close.
I whined and angled my hips towards him.

“Beg,” he murmured into my ear. “Beg for it, Addie.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please, Mr. Banks...I need your cock…”

Satisfied by my submission, he pushed my hips down and sank himself into me with one hard stroke. “God,” he groaned. “Still so tight…”

He reached around to where we were joined to feel himself sliding in and out of me, the pulses getting faster. Then his fingers found my clit and
oh
, I was gasping, lifting my hips and pressing down on him hard.

I ground down harder on him, moaning softly, uncontrollably. We were fucking so hard that I could hear the wet sound echoing in the cabin, despite the roar of the jet engine.

Sweat dripped down my chest, beaded on my nipple, trickled down my belly. One of his hands grabbed my breast, kneading and pinching the soft flesh and I was spasming, giving in, letting him own me.

“Mr. Banks,” I gasped. “Oh god, I’m coming…”

He seemed to sense the tremors in my pussy and fucked me harder, feeling me convulse, slapping into me with total abandon.

With a hot groan he stiffened beneath me, releasing his cum, the white fluid shooting up into my quivering pussy that clenched around him as he held me down on his cock. His arms tightened around me so hard that I gasped, totally spent and out of breath.

Every inch of me was his. My hair, my soft breasts, my swollen sex.

It was complete and utter surrender.

* * * *

I looked out the window at the sleepy little towns below. I never imagined I’d join the mile-high club...at least not like
that.
But Mr. Banks was determined to enjoy me for every last minute until he had to leave for Japan. He was sitting on the couch, dressed, watching me as I padded around. Still totally naked.

I could still smell us. I turned to him, a smile on my lips. “So...are you gonna miss me?”

He studied me as I walked towards him and settled into the crook of his arm. “Miss you?”

“Yeah.” I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Miss me. Miss this.”

He stroked my hair. “Of course I will.”

It was an admission almost as powerful as love. For a guarded man like Mr. Banks, those words spoke volumes.

“And will you get something nice for me from Japan?”

“What do you want?”

I pouted. “I dunno. Something nice. Maybe something I can use at school.”

His hand paused. “Ah, yes. Penn State.” He sounded thoughtful.

I knew that I shouldn’t, but the words tumbled out of my mouth. “Are you going to visit me?”

My heart thumped in my chest while I waited for his response.

He tugged me down until I was lying in his lap, looking up at him. I held my breath, still waiting.

“Yes...if you want me to.”

I took a deep breath, feeling faintly dizzy. “You promise?”

“If you don’t mind me getting mistaken for your father.”

I laughed, and slid my hand over his chest. “No. I don’t mind.”

Already I was wondering how in the world I was going to keep the fact of our love from my family...and what would happen if and when they found out.

One thing was for sure: I had a feeling that it wouldn’t be pretty.