At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes (3 page)

His hand on my lower back held me down, and another slap sounded in the quiet room. My nipples tightened against the wood.

I never imagined that this kind of thing would turn me on...I knew that some men liked to do this to women. But the idea that it would be my boss doing this to me—unthinkable.

The blows were landing faster now, and I desperately wished I could squirm out from under him. The sensations from his hand on my ass were electrifying…almost against my will, I could feel my clit beginning to throb again.

The thin rayon of my pencil skirt did nothing to protect me against the sting of the spanking. He was going to discipline me and I couldn’t get away from him, his stormy gaze, his possessive hands.

And I’m not sure I want to.

Where did that thought come from?

I gasped, feeling a hot tear run down my cheek. It was overwhelming, this moment. There was no fear, just…sensations. Submission. Nothing but his will.

Suddenly, he stopped, leaving me trembling against the desk, every inch of my ass on fire.

“Rules and boundaries,” he said. “Learn them and obey them, Adeline Curtis.”

Chapter Four

My ass throbbed the entire train ride home, and it didn’t help that the seats were hard molded plastic. I thought about how much I hated him…his stupid fatherly attitude, even the way he called me Miss Curtis.

Who the hell does he think he is?

Well, for one thing—guess he’s my boss. Duh.
I sighed.
But that doesn’t give him a right to do…what he did!

I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable. I guess he could have fired me on the spot. That’s what I thought he was going to do, anyway, until he bent me over…

It was hard to admit, but I wasn’t expecting that the spanking would feel quite so good. Guilt fluttered in my stomach. Maybe it was the orgasm I'd had right beforehand that primed me for his punishment. I sighed, wondering what Mr. Banks thought of me now.

I guess I should be grateful that I didn’t lose my job, or worse, have to explain why I lost my job to mom and dad.
Just suck it up, Addie,
I told myself.
It’s only three months.

The two of them were out on their weekly date, so lucky for me there was no one home to interrogate me about my day. Still in a haze, I grabbed a bowl of milk and Cheerios and ate it standing in the kitchen, staring at the darkness outside. My mind was a total blank. It was nice, for a change.

Finally, I climbed the stairs to my room, wincing the whole way. I changed into a thin sweater and a soft fleece skirt—no panties. Ugh, the last thing I wanted was anything touching my sensitive ass. I collapsed on my bed, tucking a pillow under my chin and resting on my stomach. All I wanted to do was take a long bath and go to sleep, but I couldn’t stop agonizing about what passed between us in the office.

I was lying there with my eyes close when my phone went off.

“Oh my god,” I groaned. “Are you serious?”

Maybe I should just ignore it. Pretend I’ve already gone to bed.
Then I remembered his dark, stormy eyes...his insistence that I learn and obey.

I sat up and picked up my phone.

Bring me the Project Apex files, driver coming in 5 min

I chewed on my lip. After my epic fuck-up earlier, there was only one thing I could do.

Yes sir, Mr. Banks.

* * * *

The car dropped me off outside the front door, same as the night before.
Nothing happened last night
, I reminded myself.
And nothing has to happen tonight…

Yet I couldn’t help thinking that everything felt different now. I knew he wouldn’t tolerate a single mistake, and that as his secretary, it was my duty to please him. To do whatever he wanted. I shivered at the thought of being near him again...my body betrayed me, the intimate flesh between my legs tingling.

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as I put my hand on the door. All I had to do was drop off the files. That’s it.
Home in a half hour
, I promised myself.
Mom and dad won’t even know I was gone.

Stepping into the entryway, I stood up as tall as I could and walked straight into his study, no hesitation in my stride.

The room was as dark and moody as before, but this time Mr. Banks was sitting on a crimson settee near the fireplace, a tumbler of amber-colored whiskey in his hand. He glanced up as I entered, his gaze neutral, dismissive. “Do you have the files?”

I bit back the snippy reply hovering on the edge of my tongue. “Of course, Mr. Banks,” I said, as calmly as I could. Seeing him now, so cool, so collected...I had to fight down the urge to provoke him. I put the folder down next to him.

He picked it up, flipped through it, and frowned. I suddenly felt faint.
Oh no...what did I do wrong now?

“Tell the commercial team in legal that I want them to redo the indemnity clause on page twenty-two,” he said, tossing the folder on the side table.

I exhaled. Of course. I had come all the way here to have him tell me something he could have told me in the morning.
Ughhhh…

“Can I please have a drink?” I blurted out. I knew right away that it was a mistake. His eyebrows rose, and he studied me.

“Sure,” he said, putting down his whiskey. “Why not.”

I don’t know what possessed me to ask in the first place, but I sat down hesitantly on the settee as he walked over to his liquor cabinet. I could not believe that Mr. Banks was actually getting me a drink. I looked around, taking in the room—last night I was so nervous I barely remembered the room at all. I noticed something strange: where his office and the rest of his house were modern and sleek, the study was richly furnished. Real leather-bound books stacked the shelves all the way up to the ceiling, and an ornate fireplace centered the back of the room. This was luxury, but decadent and unrestrained.

He came back with a tumbler filled with a tawny liquid. I accepted the drink with both hands, feeling the weight of the crystal. I took a tentative sip, expecting the burn of alcohol. But no—the liquid was sweet.

I lowered the glass into my lap. “Is this—is this
apple juice
?”

He took a languorous sip of his whiskey. “Yes,” he said. “I suppose it is.”

My cheeks were burning now. “You’re making fun of me,” I said, feeling my fighting spirit return.

“No,” he said, although a telltale smirk was showing on his lips. “It’s a reminder, Addie. It’s a reminder that you’re young...and that I’m responsible for your behavior.”

Oh, that did it. My temper was flaring now. And he called me
Addie—
no one but my friends and family called me Addie.

But what can I do? It’s not like I have any power over him...except…

Looking him in the eye, I drank the entire glass of apple juice, refusing to breathe until I got it all down. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and smiled at him, defiant. “It’s good,” I said. “Sweet.”

He stared at me, faint surprise in his eyes.
Responsible
, I thought to myself.
Is that what he thinks he is? I’ll show
him
responsible…

I licked the rim of the glass and set it on the table next to him. I leaned over him...and I knew that my breasts dangled tantalizingly in front of him as I did it. And I knew that the thin sweater was almost see-through. The tips of my nipples just barely grazed his chest as I sat back down.

I could’ve sworn that his breath hitched in his chest as he glanced at me. The effect I had on him...oh, it set me on fire. That’s when I knew I
had
to push this further.

I shifted on the settee, tucking my legs up, daring to put my bare feet on the rich velvet. He watched me, his face unreadable. I tucked one foot under the other leg, and my skirt slipped up.

“I wish I could have some more,” I said, teasingly. “Can I?”

“You’ve had quite enough,” he rumbled.

Curling my hair around my fingers, I nibbled lightly on the ends. “Whatever you say, Mr. Banks.” I flexed my legs and let the skirt drift up even further. His face was losing its mask now...I could see his eyes drifting to that secret V between my thighs.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He reached towards me, trying to smooth down my skirt—but I shifted my legs and the back of his hand brushed against my tender, downy cleft. He froze, his eyes darkening as he looked at me.

“Is this what you’re asking for?” His voice was rough. “Addie...?”

Looking at him, biting my lip, I grabbed the hem of my skirt. I slowly, slowly drew it up until I was bare to my waist, my young, soft pussy exposed to him and him alone.

“I might be young, Mr. Banks...but I’m not that innocent.” I could feel my nipples hardening as he stared at me, the hunger in his eyes undeniable.

“Come here,” he said, straining for control. I hesitated slightly before I leaned forward on my hands and knees, inching towards him.

He caught my chin and tilted my face up, studying me for a long moment before he kissed me—all warmth and wet tongue against my soft red lips.

Oh god.
It was a good kiss, an amazing kiss—he worked his mouth against mine like he was thirsty, like he had to taste more of me, like he had been waiting for this forever. I let his tongue in, let him dip into my mouth and tease me. The warmth between our lips seemed to spread down my chest, into my belly, and between my legs.

“Addie,” he murmured as he stroked my cheek. “Come here…”

With that, he pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him, my hair a soft curtain around our faces, my knees sinking into the plush velvet.

“Lift up your sweater,” he said. I obeyed, hiking the fabric over my breasts. His hands cupped the bare, ripe mounds, his breath quickening as he watched my pink nipples harden. Mesmerized, he drifted his thumbs over them, tweaking the sensitive nubs.

“Oh,” I gasped softly. His eyes blazing, he sucked a nipple into his mouth

His lips formed a tight seal over the plump flesh. The sheer sensation of his mouth on my breasts made me dizzy…I swayed, keenly aware of how wet my pussy was becoming, stretched out over his lap. Each wet smack his lips made sent a shock down through my throbbing clit, the aching in my core growing unbearable.

He switched between the two peaks, teasing one nipple to the point where I cried out and then licking the other nipple into his mouth. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, my fingers clenching around my sweater.

God, I’m so wet.
Would I drip on his pants? I blushed to think of how embarrassing that would be…but the way he touched me, the way my arousal grew, it was totally out of my control.

That was when I felt his hands roaming down my stomach, sliding over my skirt and then running up my inner thigh. My eyes fluttered open. He was staring at me, his pupils dark and wide, every muscle in his body taut beneath his clothes.

“Addie,” he murmured. “You’re sopping wet…”

His fingers made small circles in the moisture coating my inner thighs. My breath hiccoughed in my chest as he worked his way up to my slippery cleft, his fingers coated in my juices…

“Touch me,” I whispered, my voice quivering. “Mr. Banks…I need it…”

He cupped my pouting slit with his palm, and I gasped. He slowly ground the heel of his hand against my clit, watching my eyes open wide.

“Yes…” I murmured. “Oh my god…”

Even bolder now, he eased a finger inside me, and then another. He skimmed his thumb over my clit and I arched my back, straining towards him. His breathing heavy and hot, he began to pump his two fingers in and out of my slick, tight pussy.

I dropped the hem of the sweater and slid my hands up under the fabric, seeking my heavy, swollen breasts. I massaged them slowly, my mouth watering as the twin sensations of his fingers on my clit and pussy grew more and more intense. Every inch of my body was on fire.

“Addie,” he breathed. “Look at you.” He pressed a little harder on my clit, his thumb focused on stroking the top of its hood. “You’re going to come on my lap, aren’t you…”

I whined and tilted my pelvis against his hand, a fresh wave of need rolling through me. All my anger, all my petty little games fell to the wayside. All I knew was I desperately needed to come and I needed it
now.

“Feels good,” I gasped. “Feels—
oh!”
Pleasure throbbed through me as his fingers rubbed that sweet spot inside me, that spot that made me feel pressure so intense I thought I’d explode. He stroked me with renewed fervor, his other hand gripping my hip, keeping me in place as he worked his fingers between my soaked, puffy folds.

“Let it happen, Addie,” he muttered. His voice sounded thick, like he was a million miles away. “Come for me…”

I lost it. Clutching my breasts, I couldn’t breathe or move or cry out as my orgasm pulsed out from my pussy, the waves of sensation surging out from under his fingers.

“Uhhh,” I groaned, gently bucking my hips against his hand as I rode out the orgasm. “Mr. Banks...oh god!”

He pulled my head down and kissed me again, forcing my mouth open, his lips and tongue hungry and unrelenting. “Addie,” he croaked, cradling my head in his hands. “You...you should leave. I don’t have a lot of control right now.”

As my breath returned, I could feel the huge bulge of his erection rising up between my legs. It felt so good to know that I could have this effect on him.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Banks,” I whispered in his ear. “Like I said earlier...I’ve always been a good girl…”

I lowered my hand, reaching for his rock-hard erection.

“No,” he said, his voice hoarse but stronger now. “Addie. I’m calling the driver.” He grabbed my wrist with a grip so firm it was like iron. “It’s late.”

I stared at him, sulking. “But I want—”

“It doesn’t matter what you want,” he said, cutting me off.

He lowered his voice just slightly. “Be a good girl, Adeline. Do what you’re told.”