Beloved Pet (His Pet Book 6)

by Jamie Knight

  Chapter 3

  William

  As soon as I laid eyes on the hot little curvy lawyer blushing at me like she was thinking about me fucking her, I just knew I really had to do it.

  Had to take her as my own, have my way with her and claim her. My cock instantly became hard as a rock with these thoughts. I was so glad I was standing behind a podium!

  I did my best to introduce myself and let these new intern candidates know what to expect here at Davies and Sons, as in-house counsel for McKenzie and Smith Tech, even though I didn't really know the first fucking thing about what that would entail.

  I’d been running this firm with my brothers’ help ever since our father had said he was going to pass it down to us and wanted us to learn how to do it, and I'd say I'd done a damned fine job. After all, we'd been purchased by this firm, one of the best tech companies around, in the entire nation and in the whole world.

  And yet, I’d never run an operation like the one I just signed up for. Being in house counsel and having this business deal with Mackenzie was something altogether new and different. And yet, some things would remain the same.

  My dick twitched as I thought about the particular things that couldn't change. A man has needs, after all. And I have particular kinks that need to be satisfied.

  Until recently, I’d been able to satisfy my cravings by visiting the Dark Club, which is owned by my sister Eileen’s partner, Ray Silver. There were plenty of women who visited Dark because they want to be dominated, be controlled, be mastered. And I was just the man to do it, as I’d come to be known as a dominant Master capable of breaking any of my subjects.

  However, these women just weren’t cutting it for me anymore. Many of them were repeat visitors and I tired of them. They also seemed to become clingy. When I took a “pet,” I wanted it to be because I was truly interested in them, not because they were desperate to see me again.

  I had been on the prowl for something different. And I knew that work was not the place to find it. And yet, as soon as I laid eyes on this woman, I had to have her.

  I stared at the outline of her pert nipples peeking through her silk blouse, and at the cleavage peeking out over the top button of her shirt. She had full breasts, and was curvy all around – just how I liked them.

  There was something about her, specifically, though, that told me I was done for. I would never be able to look at another woman the same way again.

  This was not going to be my typical conquest.

  Usually, the women lined up for me. But she was going to be under my employ, and would have a reason to not want to be with me. Plus, from the way that she was blushing when she looked at me, I could tell she was a virgin.

  I was going to have to have some very talented persuasion skills to get her to let me pop her sweet little cherry. But I was prepared for the job.

  “You should expect to be mentored by someone here at the firm,” I randomly announced to the group.

  My brothers looked at me a bit surprised, as did some of the leadership at McKenzie. This wasn’t something we had discussed; I had made it up on the fly. I wanted to have a reason to be close to this new lawyer, whomever she was.

  “The details of the program will be worked out shortly,” I quickly added. “In fact, I’m going to go work them out now.”

  I left the podium and a startled Kane McKenzie took over.

  “Congrats, again, to the Davies and Sons law firm for winning out business,” he said, in a way that I assumed was meant to be sarcastic, letting me know he didn’t appreciate my antics.

  But he’d get over it. My sister was Ray’s daughter-in-law and he was close with Ray, so it wasn’t as if bad blood could stay between us for long.

  I glanced back at the curvy goddess one more time before I left the room – she was still staring at me. I knew she wanted me, bad. Now, I just had to figure out who she was.

  I wasn’t going to ask around about her, because that would be too obvious. So, as soon as I got back to my office, I looked through the database of intern candidates until I found her gorgeous face among them.

  Jocelyn Harkins.

  She had an impressive resume from law school. I wasn’t sure why she hadn’t already been hired somewhere, but it would be easy enough to convince my brothers and the other partners here to bring her on board. She definitely had the experience and skills for it.

  I started typing up a plan for mentorship but couldn’t concentrate. I was an impatient man, never known for anything but taking what I wanted, when I wanted it. It was hard for me to resist going to grab Jocelyn out of the conference room right now, throwing her over my shoulder, tying her up and fucking her silly.

  But I had to be a little more subtle than that. Just a little.

  I looked at my watch and decided it was late enough in the day that I could head out. I needed to buy some art supplies.

  I was not normally an artistic person. I had made my wealth in law and business and finance, not in sculptures or painting. But I was suddenly feeling creative. For someone who never thought he would settle down, it was as if a lightbulb had switched on in my mind as soon as I had seen Jocelyn, and it was causing me to do things I wouldn’t normally want to do.

  I wanted to make Jocelyn my new pet, and I wanted to win her heart.

  Chapter 4

  Jocelyn

  Imagine my surprise the next day when I reported to work– now breezing right by the bratty receptionist, Morgan and waving hi at the nice receptionist, Cynthia – and went to the cubicle that had been assigned to me, only to find a pink envelope there.

  I looked around, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to me. I had been fantasizing about William all night, so I had a feeling that perhaps it was mutual and that whatever was in this envelope was from him.

  I really wanted to tear it open. But Hannah’s voice echoed in my head. Last night, I had told her about William and she’d said that she had heard about Davies & Sons and especially about him. They all liked to frequent a club called Dark that was owned by the uncle of Ray Silver, who worked at McKenzie.

  He was known for taking “pets” and teaching them his ways of submission. I hadn’t known what Hannah meant by that, and she had to explain it meant BDSM. Even though she and I had grown up together, going from elementary school to law school together, I obviously knew a lot less about the world.

  It seemed I was foolish to think that William would want anything more than sex to do with me. But then again, Ray was with Eileen, one of the accountants at McKenzie, and they seemed very happy together.

  Just because someone was some kind of “dom” at a BDSM club – a “master” who showed women how to be submissive to him – didn’t mean that that person couldn’t fall in love. Right?

  But even if I was wrong, who cares? I asked myself.

  I shouldn’t want to fall in love with the first person I’d ever be with physically. It could be a fun time to explore with someone and not get emotionally attached.

  Of course, that person shouldn’t be my potential boss.

  I told myself that it was all a very bad idea and to forget about it.

  However, then I opened the pink envelope, my hands shaking as I did.

  It was a handmade valentine. And it said, “Be Mine… Be my mentee, that is,” on it. It was signed “William.”

  I didn’t know whether I should be flattered or upset. I quickly turned the valentine over, before anyone else could see it.

  He must have anticipated I’d do that, because on the back, he wrote:

  Come to my office at 10 am to start your instructions.

  I looked up at the clock. That was in five minutes.

  Part of me felt mad, as if this was implying that if I got with him sexually, I’d get the job. But part of me felt thrilled, because I wanted to get with him sexually.

  My pussy walls clamped together but some wetness still managed to run out of them. He had such an amazing effect on me. I just had to see what
he wanted from me. It was as if the force pushing me to him was stronger than I could resist.

  I got up, hoping no one noticed what I was doing, and made my way to his office. Of course I had managed to notice yesterday where it was; I couldn’t help myself. He had looked so flustered when he had left the meeting that I had just had a feeling he was waiting to see me again.

  And I had been right. This Valentine’s of his proved that much.

  Once I arrived at his office, my heart thudded in my ears as I stood, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, staring at the name plaque on the door of his office. Wondering what the experienced Dominant, the man that, according to Hannah, so many women had called Master, was doing in there and if he was thinking of me and wondering if I’d come.

  I knocked and waited. My hand hovered close to the door after a while, but for some reason I didn't knock again. Probably because I knew he'd heard me.

  He just liked making me wait.

  I wondered how many other women had stood exactly where I was standing now. Did he take pets at work, or only from the Dark club?

  Hannah hadn’t known the answer to that question of mine, which I’d asked her last night. She had only heard rumors that he was a Dom and a player.

  I started thinking about what I wanted William to do to me. A hot blush rose on my cheeks, until my ears started to burn. Why couldn't I stop imagining myself with him in this way?

  I kept going back and forth, telling myself not to be with him, but then realizing I couldn’t resist. If I even had the chance to be with him, that is.

  What if I was just flattering myself, and he didn’t really want me to be one of his famed “pets,” anyway?

  Because you saw the way he looked at you, I thought to myself. You know he wants you and that you’re the only one for him, because of that look in his eyes.

  To be honest, I still wasn't sure either way. But this is what my heart told me, so I was just going along with it.

  No matter what happens here today, this experience is going to be good for me, I tell myself, reminding myself to have confidence like the YouTube videos I listened to always told me to. For my work life, or my sex life, or both.

  I'd always told myself, somewhat aggressively, that I was perfectly happy with my virgin status. But in reality, I was curious about sex. I couldn't deny it anymore.

  I felt like I was missing something.

  And whatever it was that I thought I was missing, I was sure that William Davies had it in spades.

  I'd been standing there, stock-still, for so long that my back was starting to ache. I consciously tried to relax my posture, but it was hard. Something about this man made me feel like I had to present myself for military inspection. Not that my black mini-skirt, two-inch heels and silky blouse were really up to the task.

  I had made sure to wear my finest clothes today, or, rather, second finest, since the ones from yesterday’s first day of the internship had been my finest. These showed off my curves well, even though I always felt they were a bit tight.

  What if I didn’t meet his approval?

  Would I get a spanking?

  I didn’t know much about BDSM, but I thought it involved spanking, at least.

  That was a great example of my pathetic inexperience. BDSM had become so commonplace that people laughed about it, but I didn’t even really know what all it entailed. Even the most unadventurous couples in the world had probably experimented with some light corporal punishment.

  But me? God, what a sad story. I hadn’t even ever had sex.

  If William knew my sexual history, or lack thereof, he'd probably laugh right in my face.

  That thought was a bit intimidating. But then I reminded myself that he wouldn't be so intimidating if he wasn't so damn sexy. And if he weren’t my boss.

  I finally heard the doorknob start to open, and my heart leapt. Clearing my throat, I straightened my skirt and tucked some flyaway hairs behind my ears. It wasn't even windy, but the stupid drafts in the subway tunnels always sent my disobedient hair into a tizzy.

  As the door swung open, I was face to face, once again, but a lot more up close and personal this time, with the most handsome man I’d ever seen.

  "Good afternoon," William said, with a smile and a welcoming gesture. “I’m sorry, I was so lost in thought trying to finish up some work.”

  Before I could stop myself, I was raising an eyebrow at his claim.

  "So, you weren't just waiting on me to make me wait?"

  I didn’t know what had come over me – I normally wasn’t so sassy; in fact, I was normally very shy and afraid to offend – but there was something about him that drew it out of me. Maybe it was the fact that I wanted him to spank me. In order for that to happen, I knew I’d have to disobey him some and give him a reason.

  His smile took on a certain crooked quality.

  "Do I really strike you as that kind of person?"

  "Absolutely, Mr. Davis," I said, stepping into his office. "Absolutely, you do."

  He just laughed, leading me into another office that was adjacent to his, with a door in between to separate them. Surprisingly, once we walked through, I found that it led to a sumptuous library.

  "I have to admit, I was half expecting you wouldn't show up," he said, as I took my seat across from his desk. "A lot of people would have run screaming for the hills, the moment they opened my valentine.'"

  To my credit, I didn't even blink.

  "Well, Mr. Davies, you are my boss. It isn’t as if I have a lot of choice in the matter."

  I tugged my skirt a little. Damn, this thing was shorter than I remembered.

  "That isn’t true," William said. “Everything we do at this mentorship program is voluntary. I don’t force you to do anything.”

  He then reached over to pick up a bottle that was on the ed of his desk.

  “Is it too early for wine? Would you like some?”

  "No, but you can have some. It is rather early." Eyeing the bottle with a frown, I wondered if he'd be offended. "For me, I mean. Please, don't let me stop you."

  He shot me an amused look as he poured himself a glass. Like anyone had ever stopped him from doing anything he wanted to do. Like I ever could.

  I felt, by turns, slightly embarrassed, slightly infuriated, and slightly...

  Like a turn on?

  No. No, definitely not. It was far too early for that. He hadn't even started talking dirty yet.

  "What exactly is it that you do in here?" I blurted out, before I could rethink the wisdom of the question.

  I was wondering if this was his “BDSM dungeon,” of sorts. But I knew I shouldn’t be prying.

  William’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he looked at me.

  "You’ll find out," he said, after only a moment's hesitation.

  His eyes searched my face, and I just looked back, as coolly as I could manage. I didn't know what had possessed me to ask, but now, I was burning with curiosity.

  Yeah, curiosity. That was it.

  Or maybe it was lust.

  "I can tell you now, if you like," he said. "But be prepared to significantly accelerate things in this mentorship between us."

  He was leaving the choice up to me. And I knew exactly what I wanted to choose, even though I also knew that I shouldn’t.

  "Yes, I’d like to know," I told him.

  The mischievous glint had briefly dulled in his eyes.

  "Do you really want to know?" he asked. "Or do you want to find out when the time is right?"

  It was an earnest question, and one that asked more than it seemed to on the surface. He was asking me if I wanted to play along. He was acknowledging, without really acknowledging, that he was toying with me and that he liked it, and that he was pretty sure I liked it too. All the smiles, the glances, the gentle flirting that cultivated the natural tension in a room between two people talking about sex.

  William was letting me know that it wasn't a mandatory part of working with him.

/>   He was giving me the opportunity to set a boundary. And if I was smart, I would take it.

  Instead, just like I'd done when I decided to come here after receiving his valentine in the first place, I acted on impulse.

  "Yes," I said. "I really do."

  William smiled, indulgently. I thought I detected a hint of relief in his eyes - deep gray, flecked with green.

  I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

  “Okay,” he said. “But just remember, you asked for it.”

  Chapter 5

  William

  Some people submit more readily than others.

  And I can figure some out more than others.

  Jocelyn seemed to be a perfect example of someone I couldn’t figure out yet, which was part of my immense attraction to her. Her aura gave off clues letting me know that even though she was innocent and a bit naïve, she wasn’t about to just submit without a fight.

  And that was okay, because I liked a challenge. Sometimes, the power struggle could be just as intoxicating as the instant trust and surrender.

  By the way she looked at me when I opened the door, I could tell she knew exactly who I was. I'd never kept my kink a secret, exactly; it was just that most people didn't bother to dig it up. But Jocelyn did. She had clearly talked to others about me.

  She had a good reason to, and I didn't begrudge her the knowledge one bit. I could tell that it flustered her a little, even though she pretended that it didn't. I was actually flattered, that she was so into me, that she would go and ask around about me.

  Jocelyn was a good lawyer. I knew she would be good for McKenzie and for my own law firm in particular. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t have made her that Valentine’s Day card.

  From the Jocelyn looked at me, she had me over a barrel, and she knew it. And she liked it, maybe a little too much for my tastes. She knew she had my heart, in addition to my lust.