At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes (14 page)

Chapter Twenty-Two

There was perfect silence between us. Mr. Banks didn’t move, didn’t blink—I was suddenly sick with worry.

Oh no
—
is this bad news?

I could feel my cheeks filling with color. “It’s early,” I whispered at last. “But I...I think I want to—”

“Pregnant,” he repeated, slowly. “I...I’m going to be a father.”

The words flooded me with relief.

“I think I want to keep—”

He slid a finger under my chin. “Of course.” His voice was shaking. “Of course you’ll have my baby.”

He kissed me soft and slow, as if he was discovering me for the first time. I closed my eyes, letting go. It was the most beautiful kiss of my life.

I was going to be the mother of his child. And he was happy. At that moment, every shred of pain and regret seemed to disappear. There was nothing else in the world. It was just the two of us—and our baby.

At last he pulled away. “When were you going to tell me?”

I flushed. “With everything that was happening, I didn’t know for sure that you would want this...I wasn’t sure.”

He cupped my face gently but firmly in his hand. “Of course I want you...and this baby. Didn’t I tell you that there’s no backing out of this? This baby is mine. And you’re mine. Never forget it.”

He slid a hand over my still-flat belly. “I never thought I would be a father,” he mused, his voice thoughtful.

“Never?”

“Never thought I’d find the right girl.” He stroked my cheek.

“And you’ve found her?” I felt my cheeks warming.

A little smile played at his lips. “I think I have,” he murmured. “I think I have indeed.”

The smile vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. “And one more thing, Addie.”

“Yeah?”

“Your...father.” His face grew serious. “I want to talk to you about that. Before...anything else happens.”

I felt weak and tired at the mere mention of him. “Okay.”

He sat back down in his chair heavily. “I’ve taken care of his problems, Addie. His business. Everything.”

My eyes widened. “Everything? What do you mean? How…?”

He folded his hands in his lap. “I paid off the debts. As he wanted me to, Addie, but without his knowing about it. I reached out to his creditors myself—since they were the same ones as last time it was straightforward.”

I shook my head, shocked. “It’s...too much,” I whispered. “Tens of millions, he said…”

“Yes.” I don’t know how he did it, but Mr. Banks managed to look composed and angry at the same time. “But the debts are gone. All of them.”

A mixture of pain and relief passed through me. I couldn’t believe that Mr. Banks would do this again—for a man that had threatened him, to say the least.

“You didn’t have to,” I murmured at last, looking down. “It’s so much…”

“I had to,” he cut in. “Because of you, Addie.” He looked at me, directly in my eyes. “I can’t let anything bad happen to you...because I love you.”

Tears flooded my eyes but I blinked them away. “Really?” I whispered, so quietly that I doubted he could even hear me.

He didn’t answer, but slid his hands over mine. He was warm, so warm, his heat covering my small, cold hands. “Yes. Really.”

I tipped my chin up and kissed him, soft and sweet and shaky.

“You’ll never have to worry about him again,” he said. “I spoke with him, and I’ve sold his company to an overseas conglomerate. It’s finished. It’s all over.”

I trembled. “You spoke with my father?”

“Yes. That’s why I sent you away to the hotel that night, Addie. I had to protect you. I didn’t want him near you while I was making the deal.”

He was trying to protect me...and I thought he was angry with me!
I shook my head. “I can’t believe it,” I whispered aloud. “I can’t believe it’s all done.”

“Yes,” he replied. “Addie...in exchange for brokering that deal, I asked that he leave you alone. That he set you free.”

Overwhelmed, I stared at Mr. Banks. “Free,” I repeated. “I don’t have to go home?”

“Never. Unless you want to, Addie.” He stroked a finger down my shoulder. “And from now on...you’ll stay here. With me.”

A faint feeling of joy grew in my heart. “This is really happening?”

He pressed a kiss to my neck. “Like I said before,” he murmured. “As long as you earn your keep.”

* * * *

It was like a lightning bolt went through me, the way the desire hit my body. In a hot second I had climbed on his lap, my lips against his, whining with want.

There were no limits, no restraints on us now. He had freed me...and now all I wanted was to be bound to him. Enslaved. I wanted to be fucked hard and owned by him.

I could feel his feverish skin under his shirt, and all I wanted to do now was to rip it off him, to feel the swell of his muscles and the taste of his salty sweat. With fumbling fingers he peeled his shirt off me, exposing my naked body.

I smiled at him. “Was it you who took off my shirt earlier?” I whispered. “Took off my shirt, took off my pants...and took off my bra and panties while I was asleep? That’s very naughty of you, Mr. Banks.”

He reached up to cup my breasts, massaging the soft flesh. “Of course it was. Do you really think I’d let some other man touch what's mine?” He lowered his lips and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

I gasped, feeling his wet tongue tease the tender tip. “You’re a bad man,” I teased him. “A very, very bad man.”

He lifted me up and lay me down on the bed and took off his shirt. “I suppose I am,” he murmured, fastening his lips on the other nipple. “But it’s only because you’re such a shameless flirt...who always needs to get taught a lesson. Funny how that works.”

He made lazy circles on my belly with his fingertips, skating just close enough to my aching mound to drive me insane. And then he’d pull his fingers away, leaving me wet and wanting.

God, I needed his touch so, so bad. I could already feel the tingling between my silky folds, the sensation of a clit that needed to be rubbed and licked and stroked until it exploded with pleasure.

I couldn’t take it any more. I tugged at his belt until he finally unfastened it and pushed down his pants and boxers.

“Oh god…” I whispered, breathlessly, when I felt the hot, steel length of his cock on my thigh at last. “Fuck me now.” I was begging so soon, so easily...it was clear to me now—I was his slave and he was my master.

“All in good time,” he muttered, and ran his hands down my naked body as if memorizing every curve. “My hungry little girl.”

Totally wanton now, I spread my legs for him, letting him see my glistening pink folds, presenting myself to him, showing him what now belonged to him. “Please,” I begged. “Or..” I slid a hand down my belly. “Or I’ll have to play with myself…”

He pushed my hand away with a growl. “No,” he warned me. “I have a better idea.”

But before he could move away, I flipped onto my hands and knees and darted out my tongue to touch the head of his cock. Wrapping my hands around the base, I rubbed his cock over my tongue, wetting its tip and drinking him in. I took him in, inch by hard inch, until my mouth was full of his cock.

“Holy…” he trailed off, instinctively flexing his hips forward to push more of his thickness into my throat. I practically purred, relishing the way he stretched my lips open, and pressed my head down until his cock rested against the back of my throat. My saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth. Oh, it felt so good to let him push me to my limits again…

Wrapped in my hair, his hands held me there for a long moment, my button nose pressed against him, struggling to breathe around his shaft. With a deep sigh he let go of me, and I was free to bob my head on his cock, tasting his precum, savoring every salty inch of skin.

My eyes were closed as I sucked on him, but they flew open when I heard the telltale sound of his phone’s camera. I looked up to see him holding it unsteadily with a hand, taking photos of me with my lips around his cock.

A hot throbbing grew between my legs as I remembered how this had all began—with me spying on his stash of pictures and videos. Secretly, I loved that he was taking pictures of my naked body...

I let the swollen organ slip from my mouth, panting and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Mr. Banks,” I said. “That’s...very naughty.”

He lowered the phone. “I wanted to remember this moment,” he said. “Of you on your knees like that...with my cock in your mouth. You’re so sexy like this, baby girl.”

My clit tingled in response. “Are...are you going to take more pictures of me?”

He smiled wickedly. “You’ll find out, Addie. But for now,” he said as he put the phone down, “I’ve got other priorities.” He pushed me back down on my hands and knees, his hands positioning me exactly where he wanted.

He stood up. “I’m going to go get something,” he told me. “And you’re going to stay right here. Just like that—don’t move an inch. Or you’ll be in trouble.”

I shivered. “Yes, Mr. Banks,” I whispered, my eyes following him as he left the room.

I could feel myself trembling in the dim light of the room. I could feel the slick flesh between my thighs throbbing as the cool air brushed over it, and a faint twinge in my wrists, my lips still swollen from being stretched around him. My entire body ached to be touched, stroked, fucked.

When he came back through the door I could see the beautiful white rope in his hands—yards and yards of silk, twisted into one thick cord. It was the same rope as I’d seen in the bondage video he’d shown me—and there was no question about what was going to happen next.

He slid the rope around my breasts first, tightening them to squeeze my plump flesh...then he worked his way down my body, his hands firm and swift, tying me up so my wrists were knotted together behind my back.

I gasped aloud as I suddenly felt my entire torso being lifted up—he kissed me hard and wet before he pushed me onto my back, my legs splayed wide for him. He took another length of rope and rolled it around my thighs, framing my slit. He then tied the ropes to bedposts, pulling my legs open even more into a hot, perfect V.

To finish it off, he pushed a piece of rope into mouth and tied it behind my head, gagging me.

He hissed softly as he looked at me. “Jesus, Addie,” he muttered, picking up his phone. “This is going to be the best one yet.” My mouth watered around the silk as he snapped photos at his leisure, capturing me from every angle.

I whined softly around my gag. I could feel my body growing hotter with every click of his camera.

He climbed on top of me at last, his palms resting on my painfully tight nipples. “I love how red and flushed you get when I do that,” he murmured. “Nothing better than fucking a tied up girl, all nice and sweet and pink and wet…”

I moaned, feeling the gag get even wetter. He kissed my forehead and snaked down my body until he was lapping at my clit, his fingertips brushing the rope, and my thighs jerking involuntarily as his tongue worked at my hot little pearl.

But of course, he had me exactly where he wanted me. My arms were aching, trapped underneath me...my whole body was hot, teased and titillated until all I wanted was to be fucked into oblivion

“Soaking wet already.” He pushed a finger into my pussy and I bucked my hips up as far as the rope allowed. If I wasn’t tied up and gagged I would have been playing with myself now and begging for his cock until my throat was hoarse.

His eyes darkened as he curled his finger up inside me. I undulated my body, desperate to show him how badly I wanted him...and finally his control snapped. He lowered himself over me, balanced on his hands, and pressed his hips down against mine.

I felt his hot length instantly, like steel on velvet. His cock head parted my swollen lips easily. His entire body shuddered as he sheathed his cock fully inside me, and I leaned my head back on the bed, moaning to feel him so deep.

He started to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out, his crotch rubbing on my clit with every stroke. I wanted to pull him to me, to move my hips to his rhythm, but the restraints kept me from doing anything but taking his cock, serving as the repository for his desires, his power, his cum.

All I could do was watch my ripe breasts bounce in time with his thrusts, and grit my teeth down over the rope.

Even that was too much. I squeezed my eyes closed and savored the wet sound of his cock pounding into my dripping pussy.

He was getting closer now; I could feel it as he leveraged his weight to push even harder inside me, his breaths ragged and uneven. Sweat ran down his body and dripped onto me. We were a mess of juices, and I loved every drop of it.

He pressed a sticky hand down between us, capturing my clit between his fingers. I tossed back my head and moaned like an animal, whimpering as he began to rub it, twisting and pinching my folds until I was writhing in ecstasy.

“Uhh,” I groaned, shaking with desire. Bound by the gag I couldn’t say a single word—all I could do was to grunt and moan and whine. I was reduced to pure sensation, a perfect slave to his cock.