At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes (7 page)

“Stay,” he told me. “This is your lesson. You’ll lie here and take it.”

He was getting close now, the wet slap of his hand on his cock getting faster, his breathing speeding up. I gasped as he grabbed a breast with his free hand, kneading it, pulling on my nipple until it was a perfect pink nub.

I lay there miserably, my clit and pussy aching. I needed him, and he wasn’t letting me have him. He knew exactly how to teach me a lesson about who was in charge...about who I belonged to.

A heavy groan filled the air, and suddenly I could feel his white hot cum splashing onto my breasts. With each grunt I could feel his cum dribbling down my skin, marking me like a brand.

It was completely humiliating. And totally hot.

He didn’t even rub it into my skin like he did last time. Instead I felt him undo my wrists, and then the bed lurched as he got up, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

I sat up, slowing pulling off my blindfold. My chest was covered in his cum. Even though he wasn’t there, I slid my hands over myself, feeling the sticky white fluid coat my nipples. I wanted this. I wanted all of it, no matter what the reasons were for how it began.

Mr. Banks. Suddenly, the world became crystal clear.

I belonged to him. Body and soul.

Chapter Ten

We stayed away from each other for the next few hours. What he had done to me just then was so animalistic and so raw...we both needed some time to cool off. I showered, rinsing myself clean, running my hands over my bare pussy and shivering at the sensations. I could see why women shaved…

After I finished my shower I wrapped myself in a white bed sheet like a toga. All my clothes were in the other room, and I was still feeling too embarrassed to go out there. I ate the dinner that Mr. Banks ordered for me—a steak and some salad. It was humbling to admit he was right about me needing to eat, but it was becoming an obvious pattern that he knew what I needed even if I didn’t want to admit it. And I hated admitting that, even to myself.

I curled up in bed for a while, looking at the city outside. It seemed like everything in Miami was still lit up with life, even at night.

Somehow I fell asleep, but it was so sudden that I when I woke up again, I didn’t even know how long I was out. I’d fallen asleep right on the spot where he’d pinned me earlier. I could swear that it smelled like him. Miami was still bright and sparkling in the night outside.

Everything felt so surreal, like it was all a strange dream...like the trip never really happened, and I was just a normal teenage girl waiting to start college like all the rest of my friends. But the tender ache in my ass reminded me that this was really happening.

Once awake, it was hard to get back to sleep. At home I’d just wander around and watch TV for a while until I got sleepy again, but here...I didn’t really want to sleep.

I had been immature. I realized that now. Even if my father had set up the internship for me to pay his debts, it didn’t mean that what I had with Mr. Banks was somehow...less real. No, it felt very real. He lured me in close, controlled me and owned me in a way that set me on fire. Right now, it was the best thing in my life. Even starting college seemed to pale in comparison.

I hugged a pillow to my chest and sighed. I had to find a way to make that clear between the two of us. Even if he let me go, I wasn’t sure that I would. I was half trained now, ready to respond to his every demand.

Unsurprisingly I got to thinking about what Mr. Banks was up to right now. Of course, it seemed like I was always thinking about Mr. Banks, these days. He was on the other side of the suite, in the other room. What was he doing?

I let go of the pillow and got up, still wearing the bed sheet around my body. I opened my door as quietly as I could and slipped through. The living room was dark, except for the slant of light under the door. I tiptoed across the room to the other bedroom, where Mr. Banks had to be.

The door was slightly ajar, and a faint pale blue light flickering within the room. I peeked in.

He was watching something on the TV. And from the soft moans coming from the speakers, I knew that it was something naughty.

I moved in smoothly, my arms wrapped modestly around my breasts. “Mr. Banks?”

He sat up on the bed. “Addie.”

“Do you mind if I come in?”

“You’re already in,” he said, dryly. “Do you always ask for permission
after
you do something you shouldn’t?”

I smiled shyly and climbed onto the bed next to him. “You make me sound like I’m some kind of troublemaker.”

He reached out and stroked my hair. “You
are
a troublemaker, Adeline Curtis.”

I turned to look at the screen.
Oh
—
whoa.

A woman was kneeling on the floor, totally bare...except for the thick lengths of rope wrapping around her body like a cage, her hands tied and rising over her head.

An instant shock of pleasure shot through my pussy.

“What is that?” I asked, entranced.

“Shibari,” he replied. “It’s a Japanese art—the art of bondage.”

My mouth was dry as I watched the video. A man stepped in front of the tied-up woman, his cock hard. He placed on her lips.

My nipples tightened in response.

The man in the video pushed her lips open with his cock and forced himself into her mouth. She let him stretch her lips wide, his cock easing into the back of her throat.

I could feel Mr. Banks’s hand sliding up my calf, over my knee and over my thigh. “Addie,” he whispered to me. “What do you want?”

I broke away from the screen and turned to him. My heart hammered in my chest but I could barely form the words. “I—I want this.”

His eyes moved over me. “If you really want that, Addie...you’d better understand that I’ll never let you go.”

He stared at me with those dark eyes of his, as his hand clenched on my thigh. “You’ll belong to me. All of you. You’ll be mine, and no one else’s.”

My body tingled with excitement as his words filled my mind with acceptance, of an unspoken need.

“Yes,” I whispered, so softly that I barely heard myself speak. Shame and desire filled my mind. “I...I belong to you.”

He kissed me hard, his hands like steel on my face. “No going back,” he reminded me, his breath hot in my ear. I sat up, and he slowly peeled the bed sheet off my body, unwrapping me until I kneeled on the bed naked once more.

But this time, it was different. This time, I was submitting to him, every inch of me knew that he was my master, and I was his slave.

And the way he was looking at me, he was going to make me learn my place.

His eyes flicked to the TV. He loosened his tie and then pulled it off, and slowly looped it over my breasts in a figure eight, tightening it until my breast were bulging before tying it behind my back.

He stood up and opened the drawer, pulling out yet more ties. Not the rough rope in the Shibari video...but enough to tie me up just the same. Another tie bound my wrists. And then he wrapped the silk strap around my neck...and finally, he tied my ankles together.

This time, he didn’t gag me. He wanted to hear me groan, beg, whine, humiliate myself for his cock.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed me down so I on my knees and forearms, his perfectly obedient little fucktoy.

“You should see yourself,” he muttered. He picked up his phone and walked around to my front. He snapped a photo, then rounded back and took another picture of my round, ripe ass, still rosy from the spanking he’d given me earlier. I bit my lip, knowing that the photos would go into his private collection.

My mouth watered as I looked at his bulge. He let me wait on my knees as he stripped off his shirt, his belt, his pants and boxers. I licked my lips when I saw his thick, angry cock. I couldn’t wait to feel him in my mouth...or my aching pussy.

I trembled as he moved behind me on the bed. He’d positioned me so I could see the video; on screen, the man was rubbing his slick cock on the girl’s face, leaving wet tracks of saliva and cum on her lips and cheeks.

I jumped as he massaged my breasts from behind, his fingers rubbing my puffy nipples, making me wince as he pinched them. I never knew when he’d push me to the edge, and when he’d force me over.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, as he pulled my swollen pussy lips apart, his fingers dipping in deep, pulling each fleshy fold. “Can you feel it, Addie? The way you’re dripping down your thighs?”

He lined his cock up against my opening and slowly started to push his way in. “Yeah,” he muttered. “God, this feels amazing.”

I moaned, feeling him ease inside my pussy. Tied down, restrained, all I could concentrate on was how his thickness stretched me open.

“More,” I whispered. “Please, Mr. Banks.”

Holding me firmly against his crotch he angled his hips down and pushed until his cock was buried inside me and his balls brushed against my clit. “Like that, baby?”

“Yeah,” I gasped.

With a grunt he pulled out and pressed back in, sliding easily on my wetness. It felt so good to have him inside me, and I could hear his ragged breathing behind me.

On screen the man was thrusting into the girl’s mouth, again and again, her face flushed as she took his cock.

Just like I was taking Mr. Banks’s cock. His crotch and upper thighs had to be totally covered in my juices now, the way he was pounding into me.

I wished I could reach back to feel him between my folds but I couldn’t move, so I pressed my ass back against him and let him thrust deeper and deeper, a guttural growl rising out of his throat as he filled me up.

He shuddered and gripped my waist hard enough to bruise as he squirted his cum inside me, his hips still bucking against my ass.

The hot throbbing between my legs suddenly gave out in one hard gush, and I came like a wave was crashing through me, my skin tingling under my restraints, a strangled squeal escaping from my throat.

“I love that sound you make when you come,” he rasped in my ear as his hips slowed down, his fingers tracing my pouting slit.

“Oh!” He pulled out so fast it left me gasping.

“Stay there,” he ordered, his voice rough and broken. I did as I was told, though my knees and elbows felt like they were going to give out any minute.

I heard the telltale click of his phone taking a photo. A photo of my pink, just-fucked slit.

Surrendering at last, I melted onto the bed, feeling his cum trickle down my inner thigh.

This was exactly what everyone expected of me.

Taking him. Taking it all like a big girl.

Chapter Eleven

He let me sleep in his bed that night. I curled into him, naked, my ass nestled in the cradle of his hips, his arm draped protectively over me.

I was his. No question about that now.

When I really thought about it, the whole thing was almost something out of a storybook, or history book—a girl being sold by her father, to serve another man in his office, and in his bed. To be treated like I was property...there was something strange and old-fashioned about it, and it should have made the bratty side of me come out.

But to be honest, there was something so deeply peaceful and relaxing about knowing that I was owned.
Do all women feel this way? Is this what all women secretly want?

I doubted it, but it felt right to me.

It didn’t matter to me how it began, or at least it didn’t feel like it mattered right now. The way Mr. Banks loved me...it was forbidden and powerful and pushed away any objection that happened to float across my thoughts.

Yeah. Love.
The word made me feel a little funny. Sure, it wasn’t the romance I'd expected for my first grown-up affair with a man—a man more than twice my age who was insanely wealthy beyond my wildest dreams. But that possessive fire in his eyes when he told me that he’d never let me go…there was no mistaking what that was.

I wondered if he’d say it. Or if he’d
ever
say it.

I snuggled into him a little more. Not that it mattered. I didn’t need any reassurance from anyone—I only had to look into Mr. Banks’s eyes.

Falling back asleep, I sighed, finally at peace. I knew the man I belonged to now.

* * * *

When I woke up he was already gone. I could hear him on a business call in the living room, talking in that steady calm tone that told me he was furious at whoever was on the other end of the line. I smiled to myself. I knew more about Mr. Banks than just about anybody, it seemed to me.

There was a tray with juice, fruit and toast on it—he must have ordered it for me while I was still sleeping. I drank the juice, picked up the bowl of sliced fruit and ate slowly, piece by piece. It was weird to be so cared for, after being tied up and fucked from behind by the very same man.

After I finished breakfast I took a long, luxurious bath, filling the water with citrus-scented bath salts and bubbles. I took my time, combing and blow-drying my hair, rubbing rich body lotion into my skin until I was silky smooth and fragrant. Wrapping myself in a fresh cotton robe, I walked barefoot into the living room.

Mr. Banks was sitting at the dining table, staring down at his laptop. It was a video call with Germany, by the sound of the other voices that I heard.
Must be the Schumacher project.

He glanced up at me as I glided into the room, then followed me with his eyes as I shed the robe, my hands cupping my breasts, pushing them together. I knew that he couldn’t avoid looking at me. I heard his voice falter ever-so-slightly as he continued speaking to his webcam, doing his best to ignore me.

I pretended to be clumsy and knocked over a vase and bent over to pick it up, letting him get a good look at my bald pussy—his very own handiwork.

His voice deepened as he continued on with his call.
Mission accomplished.
I put the vase back. When I glanced over my shoulder at him his eyes were steely...I smiled, knowing that by the looks of it, he wanted to get up, bend me over the table and fuck me until I squealed.

I flicked my hair back and squeezed my breasts in my palms one more time, smiling invitingly at him.

I grabbed one of my shopping bags and went back to the bedroom, shimmying into the tight blue Chloe sheath I’d bought the day before.

After making sure that I looked flawless, red lipstick and mascara perfectly applied, I grabbed my purse and walked right out of the suite. I could feel Mr. Banks’s eyes following me the whole time.

Two can play at your little games
, I thought to myself with a smirk.

* * * *

I took a cab back to the Design District again but only bought a few more things—a new eye shadow palette, a pair of heels, plus a new chemise to replace the one that Mr. Banks had destroyed. But I was restless, not really in the mood for shopping. Mostly, I enjoyed walking around, feeling like I fit in for once in my beautifully cut little dress.

This is seriously starting to feel like some kinda Cinderella story
, I mused. And I had one hell of a prince.

Everything felt so surreal, like I really was living some modern day fairy tale. But the tropical sun on my face felt hot and real, and the tenderness on the skin of my ass reminded me just how real it was.

I found a cafe and bought a venti black coffee with a chocolate croissant. I sat down on the patio to watch people go by, breaking off pieces of my pastry and absentmindedly drinking my coffee. It was funny how adult I felt—taking taxis around a strange city, buying whatever I needed, sitting here in a cafe like I owned the place. Yet at the same time I felt like a pampered girl around Mr. Banks...and what was more, I felt protected. I didn’t have to pretend to be strong around him.

Sipping my coffee, I watched the couples go by. Of course, in public everyone would assume things about me if they saw me with Mr. Banks—a man so obviously older than me. If any of my old high school friends found out—oh my god, my social life in Connecticut would be over. They’d probably assume I was a gold digger, even though my family had plenty of cash. Or that I’d lost my mind. Maybe both.

But who cares?
I told myself. Who knew what I needed better than I did?

And long term...well. I didn’t even know what was going to happen in two months, let alone the future. I was young, away from home, and with the man I loved...I had to live in the moment.

I was almost finished with my croissant when my phone vibrated.

Get back here

A wide smile broke across my face. My little show earlier had its desired effect, obviously…

Y?

I’m busy here.
I could almost see him frowning when he read that.

Do as you’re told

I took another sip of coffee.

Y should I

I’ve arranged a surprise for you.

Hmm. I did love a good surprise, although I kinda had an idea of what this one would be.

Oh yeah? Will I like it?

You have 30 minutes
, came the response.

Adrenaline surged through me at this. I got up and walked towards the street, my heels clicking as I sped up, already scanning for a taxi. I’d already teased him enough today, and I knew better than to keep Mr. Banks waiting for long…

* * * *

I remembered what Mr. Banks had told me my second day on the job. To be on time is to be late. To be early is to be on time.

I swung into the hotel lobby, breathless, my heart pounding as the elevator lifted me up to Mr. Banks’s suite. I wondered if I would always feel this way every time I went to him, coming whenever he ordered me to. Eager and excited.

Opening the door, I took a few hesitant steps in, stepping out of my heels.

“Mr. Banks?” I called.

“Addie,” I heard him say. He was in the master bedroom. “Come in here.”

I walked in and a hand slid around my waist, yanking me into the room and taking my breath away. His flesh was hot and bare, except for a pair of boxers, and I could feel his hard muscles flexing as he held me tight against him.

“Oh!” I managed to gasp, before a hot mouth closed on mine, the force of his kiss leaning my head backwards into his firm hand. I tried to speak but all I could do was melt under his lips and tongue while his hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts and cheeks, hiking up the skirt so he could run his hands all the way up to my panties.

“You like to flirt with danger,” he murmured into my ear. “Don’t you, little Addie.”

My mind flashed back to the little tease I gave him this morning. It was true. I was playing with fire, and now he was giving me exactly what I wanted. What I needed.

I let my hands rest on his shoulders as he stroked me through my moist silk panties, his hand firm on my soft mound. But I couldn’t respond, except to look in his eyes with hunger and want.

I felt him unzipping my dress, and the cold air on my naked back growing as he tugged the sheath off me and let it fall around my feet. I was standing there in my black bra and panties, my skin covered in goose bumps.

“Take off that bra,” he ordered.

I complied, letting the sheer piece of lingerie fall on the floor on my dress. I started to slide my panties down when he stopped me with a hand on my arm.

“No,” he said, his tone commanding. “On the bed, Addie.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed then as he positioned himself between my legs, spreading my knees open.

“Lie down.”

I bit my lips and leaned back, feeling my breasts arch up towards him and the nipples going hard in the cold air.

Then I heard the suite door open. I tried to sit up—the bedroom door was still open!

He only pushed me back down and pulled the crotch of my panties aside.

“Mr. Banks,” I gasped. “There’s—”

“That’s the surprise,” he said. “Now, be quiet...or they’ll hear you.”

He probed my bare pussy, his fingers dipping into my wetness, lubricating himself before he stroked up to my throbbing clit.

I squirmed under him, my mouth open and softly breathing, knowing that at any minute someone might walk through that door and see me like this—bare breasted, naked down to my panties with Mr. Banks’s fingers inside me.

The thought sent a naughty shock through my core. As if sensing my arousal, he rubbed my clit harder, his eyes fixed on me as he felt me tremble under him.

He pushed two fingers into my hot core and the sensation pushed me even closer to coming, so ready to buck under him like a trapped animal. He could sense it too, his free hand sliding up my naked flesh to toy with my hardened nipples.

He pushed a finger into my mouth and I sucked desperately on it, imagining that it was his thick, juicy cock.

I tipped my head back into the bed, the hot wave of my orgasm rising. I could feel it just on the very edge of washing over me, his fingers working harder and faster until I was almost there...

I moaned, my clit prickling over with heat. “Please, Mr. Banks…” I whispered.

“Come for me baby, come right now…”

“Mmm—ohh!” I gasped as my slick sheath pulsed around his fingers, his thumb pressing down on my clit as I came, arching up from the bed, biting my lips to keep from crying out any more. He grunted in satisfaction and wiped his wet hands on my breasts.

“Get up,” he said, his voice hoarse. I lay there on the bed until I felt him tossing a soft towel on me. “Put this around you.”

I sat up and drew it around me, my lips quivering, my skin buzzing. I was so wet from coming that I could feel my honey dripping down my thighs.

“Time for your surprise,” he said, opening the door to the living room.

* * * *

The surprise was a pair of masseurs, standing next to the massage tables that they’d set up in the living room. They were both brawny men, their faces cool and professional, giving no sign that they had heard Mr. Banks playing with me in the bedroom just minutes ago.

They probably did hear him...or at least the wet squish of his fingers between my legs, or the soft yelp I gave when he made me come. I wondered if they were used to it by now...this kind of bad behavior by their wealthy patrons.

“Hello, miss,” said one. “Would you please lie down? We can begin whenever you’re ready.”

I glanced at Mr. Banks and he nodded, giving me his permission. I slid onto the bed, face down, my legs still feeling like jelly. The masseur draped a towel over my hips but every other part of my body was exposed to the air.

I couldn’t see a thing with my face down...they’d lowered the lights and turned on the heat, too, so the suite was dark, warm, and intimate. I inhaled, and realized that the air was filled with the scent of lavender.

The masseur began with his hands on my shoulders. I could feel my muscles melting, his hands kneading away stress and strain. It was total bliss.

A few high school boys had tried to give me massages back in the day but this was on an entirely different level. This was true luxury.

Lulled into relaxation, I wondered what Mr. Banks was going to do to me after the masseurs finished their work. Something bad, I hoped. The thought sent a delicious shiver down through my puss.

My mind flickered back to memories of being in Mr. Banks’s office...discovering his videos of that naked, tied-up blonde, her bald pussy and the dirty things her master did to her. With a mild shock I realized that I looked just like her now, with my smooth shaven lips. I shivered despite the warmth of the heater and the firm, oily hands massaging my body.