At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes
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Authors: Emme Salt
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At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes
© December 2014 by Emme Salt
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At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes
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PREVIEW
At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes
* * * *
I skipped to the middle of the video. The premise was the same as the first one—same girl, same man. But this time her hands were bound in front of her, tied to a rack...she was gagged now, and a thick black collar ringed her neck. The sight of a woman like this—naked, trussed up, her nipples hard and her pussy bare—god, it sent an instant jolt through my cunt.
Easing the top of my breast out of my bra, I teased my own nipples into hard points. I licked my lip as I watched the man run his hands over her round, soft ass. With his hair graying at his temples, he almost looked like Mr. Banks…
The camera zoomed in. He was parting her cheeks now, slowly pressing one lube-slicked finger after another into her tight hole.
Jesus...is he going to fuck her in the ass?
I moaned. Stretching her open with his fingers for the camera, he grunted in approval as she leaned forward, lifting her ass and showing off her beautiful shaved pussy.
I had a hand on my nipple and a hand between my legs now, rubbing my clit hard under my wet panties. I knew a lot of the so-called good girls at school had anal sex to save their virginity for marriage...I always thought they were slutty. But this was so insanely wrong and hot.
I leaned my head back as my fingers moved faster, my legs trembling. He was fucking her now, his long length sliding in and out of her loosened ass, his hand tilting her ass up.
I never imagined that I could get turned by this. I wanted to know what that felt like, to feel myself filled with a cock in such a dark, forbidden place. My clit throbbed at the thought, and I could feel the spasms getting closer and closer.
As she came with a strangled cry, he whispered in her ear: “this is what good girls get. Fucked where they need it most, right in the ass.”
I remembered what I’d said to him the night before—
I’ve always been a good girl, Mr. Banks.
Then I was fantasizing about him—about his hand between my legs, his mouth on me, his cock in my pussy and my ass.
My orgasm ripped through me the second I heard the door to the office unlock.
At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes
By Emme Salt
Chapter One
Mr. Jon Banks.
I drummed my fingers nervously on the side of my purse, trying to remember every last detail I knew about him. First off, he was CEO of Banks & Smith Inc., and more importantly, he was my boss for the summer. No one had to tell me that I was ridiculously lucky to get this opportunity—although dad reminded me every chance he got. To be honest, I think dad’s more neurotic about it all, since it’s his reputation on the line and all.
You see, dad and Mr. Banks were members of the same Connecticut country club, which is how I got this gig in the first place. Guess dad brought me up during one of their golf games. Sure, I kinda wished that I landed the job based on something other than family connections, but since I was eighteen years old with zero job experience, I knew I had to be grateful. Carpe diem and all that jazz.
Mr. Banks lived in the same town as us, too, although his house was on the opposite side, on the biggest parcel of land in the area. I used to ride my bike past his house when I was a kid, but the huge privacy gates kept me from seeing much—maybe the tiniest glimpse of a sleek modern building behind tall hedges of bamboo.
All I really knew was that he was a couple years older than dad, and that he ran a firm that did something in finance. And I had no idea what my major was going to be once I started college in the fall, so who knew—maybe once I learned what Mr. Banks did, I might even figure out what to do with my life.
I tugged my tight black pencil skirt over my knees. Of course, this summer I was just a lowly secretary. But I was going to be Mr. Banks’s secretary, which had to count for something.
“Adeline Curtis?” A sharp faced woman came around the corner. She was the perfect professional woman: hair in a bun, flawless makeup, a gorgeously tailored suit.
I jumped up, almost falling over in my heels. “Hi, I’m Addie,” I said, feeling young and small as she studied me. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
“I’m here to take you up to Mr. Banks,” she said, her voice crisp and short. “Follow me.”
I hobbled after her, trying to balance in my pumps. I ran track in high school, and was a certified tomboy for most of my life, but nothing made me feel as dumb as girly shoes did. When I bought the stilettos yesterday, they looked great in the store, but now I realized that I should have broken them in
before
trying to run around a marble-floored office for eight hours straight.
Oops.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she strode towards the elevators, every inch the perfect professional. I did my best to keep up with her, but started feeling heat growing under my collar as I followed her. Goal number one: meet my new boss without having my makeup melt off my freaking face.
* * * *
Finally: we were there, on the very top floor.
We stood together in front of two massive glass doors. Outside, a solitary secretary’s desk sat off to the side. It was totally quiet: no one else seemed to work up here—it was just Mr. Banks. And me, of course.
I swallowed.
Don’t mess up now, Addie.
“He should be expecting you. You can knock and he’ll let you in if and when he’s ready,” she said. “And this is your desk—you’ll be sitting here for the entire summer.”
“Thanks,” I said, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice. “What if I have a question about something?”
Her eyebrow rose. “You’d better figure it out yourself, then. Mr. Banks doesn’t tolerate idiots or incompetence. That’s the best advice I can give you.” She turned and walked off towards the elevators, leaving me alone in front of Mr. Banks’s door.
Well, I’m screwed.
I took a deep breath, put on my sweetest debutante smile, and rapped lightly on the glass.
“Mr. Banks?”
The door slid open just wide enough to let me in. I walked in, holding my breath. The room was huge, with an enormous desk near the floor-length windows. Mr. Banks sat there, and swung around in his chair to look at me.
The first thing I noticed were his eyes—they were calm and gray. His hair was peppered with silver, but he was imposing, handsome, in shape...for some reason, this was the last thing I expected. I guess I figured he’d look like my friends’ dads, but Mr. Banks—he was something else altogether.
I took a few steps in. “Hi,” I tried again. “I’m Addie—Adeline Curtis?”
“Are you asking me?”
I flushed, remembering the woman who led me here.
Mr. Banks doesn’t tolerate idiots.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Banks. I’m so excited to work here for the summer. My dad told me all about—”
“Oh yes,” he said, leaning back. “Geoff Curtis. Right.” He tapped a pen against the desk, as if bored. “You may as well get started, then,” he said, gesturing towards the secretary’s desk outside. “Press one to call my phone in here, or two for the front desk downstairs. For now you’ll be screening my calls until I decide you can handle something more challenging.”
I nodded, hugging my purse to my side. There was something disarming about him. I could sense that he was going to be hard to please.
But it’s nothing Addie Curtis can’t handle,
I told myself.
“Also,” he added. “Once in awhile you’ll be running paperwork down to one floor or another. Maybe delivering some things between departments, or even running my personal errands. There may be some overtime work. Think you can handle it?”
“Absolutely, Mr. Banks.”
“Right. Let me make it absolutely clear, Miss Curtis—” He folded his hands and looked at me with steely eyes. “I expect a lot out of my employees. I expect their absolute best. And considering the nature of this company, I expect their total discretion. Can I count on you for all of that?”
I was nodding so much I thought my head would fall off. “Yes. Totally—I’m going to be the most amazing secretary you’ve ever had, Mr. Banks.”
He only smiled faintly at my promise. “Big words for such a little girl,” he said, softly.
As I walked back through the doors, I wondered why I was blushing.
* * * *
When I sat down at my desk, I marveled at how sleek and spartan everything was...Mr. Banks clearly favored a modern style. I turned around in my lustrous leather chair—it didn’t even squeak. Good thing, too—every sound in the lobby seemed to echo. I turned on my computer screen and checked my new email, and saw that I had access to Mr. Banks’s inbox too. Guess I’d be filtering all his email for him. Already a little bored, I picked up a pen and twirled it around my fingers.
After a few minutes I wondered if anyone else even came up here. Did he take meetings in that huge office of his? Or did he go somewhere else? I took a deep breath and spun around in my silent chair. Was anyone even watching what I was doing? Tucking the pen between my teeth I opened a browser to check my Facebook profile.
Oops, blocked. What the hell am I going to do all day, then?
Well. Mr. Banks was in finance. There
had
to be cameras, like, everywhere.
Better not do anything weird.
He was an interesting man, I thought to myself. I thought he’d be all old like my dad...and I guess he wasn’t
young
, but there was something intriguing about him. Obviously he was good looking—all the single women at the country club were probably all over him every time he was there. I couldn’t blame them, really, even if he wasn’t in my league.
Besides...he had the air of a man who had a secret.
And while I know that girls like me shouldn’t be poking their noses where they didn’t belong...but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from trying to figure out the mystery that was Jon Banks.