Beloved Pet (His Pet Book 6)

by Jamie Knight

  I stood up and went to her, kneeling down, because even though she was tall, I was still much taller, reaching out and taking hold of her chin, gently. Instead of recoiling, she just froze. She wasn’t resisting in the least. I lifted her face.

  "You have two choices, Jocelyn," I said, softly. "You can walk out of here now, and forget we ever had this conversation. I’ll still be your mentor, and I’ll help you get this internship and then this job, because I think you deserve it. But we'll sit in every meeting, across from each other, and you'll look at me and you'll wonder what could have happened here today. I don’t want to force myself on you, of course."

  She looked up at me, her eyes wide and wet.

  "Or, you can do everything I ask. This is your one chance to show me how much you want to do that."

  I felt her throat expand and contract as she swallowed.

  "Everything?" she rasped.

  "Don't worry," I said. "I'll be easy on you. At least at first."

  Chapter 7

  William

  I stepped back, letting go of her, walking backwards until my back was up against the bookcase. She stayed on her hands and knees, trembling, staring up at me.

  This was one of those rare times when I really had no idea what would happen next. She might jump to her feet and stalk out, or she might burst into tears and crumple into a ball on the floor. Even though she was the one who'd provoked this in the first place, and I was certain she wanted it, I had no idea how she was actually going to react.

  She still hadn't moved. She was waiting for an order.

  "Come here," I said. "And bring me that piece of paper on the table."

  I pointed, but I didn't really need to. There weren’t many pieces of paper on the table, and it didn’t really matter which one she chose to bring me. I just wanted her to show me that she would do whatever I asked her to do. If I was going to make her my pet, I wanted to make sure she was going to do everything I needed from her. It was one of my requirements to enter into such a relationship.

  Jocelyn took the paper from the table. Then she made a small move, as if to walk over to me.

  "No," I said, softly. "Crawl for me."

  She shuddered. Grabbing the piece paper, holding it between two fingers, she started to shuffle awkwardly forward without dropping or bending it. After a few halting movements, she looked up at me again.

  I raised an eyebrow, then lifted my index finger to my mouth, gently biting my fingertip. A silent command that she understood. With one final exhale of resignation, she held the paper between her teeth and started to crawl towards me.

  When she reached her destination, she practically spat it at my feet. Some of her fire had returned, and it sent a thrill up my spine. I loved it when she put up a challenge.

  "The safe word is mentor," I told her.

  She raised her head high, her back curving, her stomach dipping down so that her crisp blouse started to come untucked.

  "Like I'd give you the satisfaction," she snarled.

  "So defiant." I took a step towards her, and she didn't flinch. "We'll see how long that lasts, hmmm?"

  Reaching down, I snatched the elastic that held her hair into a tight bun, and yanked it out. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled back, up, until she had no choice but to stand. Her eyes watered, but she never flinched.

  "Do you like how I train my mentee?" I demanded, clenching harder around the roots of her hair. "Would you like to get further trained as my pet, until I break you?"

  "You think you can break me?" Her eyelids were heavy. Rising between us was the sweet, musky smell of her arousal. "Go on. Do your worst."

  There it was.

  Her admission that she wanted me, however fiercely it came out.

  I would take it.

  I spun her around, grabbing her dove-gray suit jacket and jerking it down to her wrists. Quickly knotting the sleeves together created a pair of makeshift cuffs, and I pushed her forward, until her hipbones pressed against the edge of the table.

  With my hand flat on the middle of her back, I pushed her down so that her chest was flat against the smooth wood. Her skirt was hiked up so high I could almost see her panties, but not quite.

  I shoved my knee between her legs, spreading her thighs. She moaned, her back arching, her cheek pressed against my paperwork. Her jaw was slack, and she panted harshly.

  My hands palmed her ass, roughly, almost before I realized what I was doing. In spite of how it might have looked, how it might have sounded, we were perfectly in sync.

  I could feel her desires vibrating through my body. Grabbing fistfuls of her skirt on either side of the split on her thigh, I ripped the fabric in two.

  I tore her pantyhose aside. She wasn’t wearing any panties, after all. I smiled, darkly, sliding my hand between her legs, just enough to smear her wetness on my fingers. When I lifted them to her mouth, she laved her tongue along them, making my cock jump.

  I pressed against her ass so she could feel it, thick and throbbing for her defiance.

  "Humiliate me, Master," she whispered, muffled against the wood. "It's all I'm good for."

  And there it was. Her greatest desire and her deepest fear, laid bare for me.

  I grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up, spinning her around and pressing her tightly against me. Caught between my body and the desk, she had nowhere to go, even if she wanted to. Her eyes were dark and ravenous, and she needed me. She needed so much that she could never put into words.

  "You make such a pretty little pet," I whispered, my hand resting on her throat. "But this isn't who you are. It's your fire that made me want you. Your fight. You will always be the woman in the boardroom who looked at me like I was something to be squashed under her heel. And that's what makes your submission so precious."

  I tightened my grip, just a little.

  "Never forget that. Do you promise me?"

  "I promise," she whispered.

  I kissed her fiercely, with every bit of hatred and frustration I had for this whole situation, this desire to do with her what I knew I shouldn’t. I kissed her for every second I’d thought about her since laying eyes on her. Every time I'd wanted to take her apart but knew I shouldn’t.

  I'd never imagined it could be this good.

  She pushed me away, a powerful shove that caught me off-guard. I stumbled against the bookcase, hearing a heavy bookend on the top shelf rocking precariously. Wiping my mouth, I looked up and smiled at her.

  "You shouldn’t be doing this to your intern," she murmured, swaying towards me in her ruined clothes. She was clearly putting up a fight, wanting me to punish her more. "What makes you think you can have me?"

  She was just close enough to touch. I reached out and brushed my fingers against her cheek, whisper-soft, and her eyelids fluttered.

  "I know you want me. You can lie to me with your mouth," I said. "Your beautiful, sinful mouth."

  My fingers drifted down her chest, stopping where the fabric of her blouse rasped against her painfully stiff nipples.

  "But these..."

  My hand drifted lower, under her torn skirt, pressing between her legs, to the burning heat.

  My fingers slipped inside her pussy, so easily.

  It was so wet and warm and tight.

  I felt her pulse and quiver around me.

  "And this... they don't lie."

  Her breath caught in her throat, and she gasped.

  I pulled away abruptly, reaching behind her and yanking the jacket loose. She stood still, breathing heavily, watching me with hooded eyes. She said nothing as I sat down in my armchair, legs wide, making no effort to hide my arousal. I was so hard for her that it was obvious from a mile away.

  "Strip," I said. "Slowly."

  The flames rose up in her eyes again, her fingers slipping and fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.

  Outside, somewhere far away, a car alarm whined incessantly, a vague reminder that there was a real world still outside the walls of this
room. A world where we were enemies. A world where there would be consequences.

  But not right now.

  Chapter 8

  William

  Jocelyn threw her blouse in a heap on the floor, her nostrils flaring. The skirt came next, then the shreds of her pantyhose, and then her bra, which she tossed at my head. It landed harmlessly, draped across my shoulder, and I just smirked at her.

  "Are you happy now?" she demanded.

  I let my eyes rove across her body, all the gentle dips and curves that had been hidden under her professional looking clothes. She was shaved smooth, every part of her body, but it did nothing to tame her wildness.

  Yes, I was very happy now, indeed.

  She was staring at me like she wanted to rip me to pieces.

  "Touch yourself," I told her, gripping the arm of the chair to keep myself from following suit. “Play with your tight little pussy for me.”

  She did, her eyes closing softly, and her mouth falling open in a silent moan.

  "Taste it," I whispered, and she raised her fingers to her mouth, licking, sucking, savoring.

  I couldn't stand it anymore.

  I needed her as much as I felt she needed me.

  "Come here." I crooked a finger, and she opened her eyes, slowly. The few steps to close the distance between us seemed to take a thousand years.

  "Turn around," I instructed her. "Bend over."

  She swallowed.

  "Why?" she asked, her voice husky.

  "I want to see you," I said, roughly. "Plus, you have to do what I say if you want to prove to me that you want this. Just as I’ve already said. Now, spread yourself open for me."

  Her composure faltered.

  "I, um, I don't have a condom."

  "You don't need one," I said. "I want to see you. That's all."

  This time, there was absolutely nothing put-on about her anger. Her face transformed, every part of her body going taut.

  "Are you crazy?" she almost shouted. "After all this..."

  "What?" I cut in, unzipping. "Foreplay? Use your head, Jocelyn. I'm the boss. You're the intern. We can't have sex. That would be wrong."

  I took out my stiff cock and stroked it, viciously, feeling the precum leak over my fingers.

  "You fucking asshole," she snarled.

  I loved that she wanted me so badly. That she was frustrated that I was only teasing her with foreplay instead of fucking her silly.

  I sighed, shifting in my seat.

  "Just do what I asked, my pet. I promise there'll be something in it for you."

  With jerky movements, she knelt down on the floor, bending forward and exposing herself to me. A sharp jolt of arousal went through me, and I almost lost control. I loved seeing her aching, vulnerable pussy spread wide for me.

  Taking a deep breath, I squeezed my hard dick tightly until the feeling passed.

  "Good girl," I said. "That’s my good pet. You may touch yourself now, until you come."

  Almost before I'd finished the order, her fingers were flying, making a soft wet sound against her aching flesh. I watched her fingers circle over her clit, rubbing it and playing with it, while she moaned some.

  I groaned, my leg muscles tightening, toes clenching in my shoes. A gush of fluid shot out of her sweet little pussy, coating her fingers and dripping down her arm, and then another followed it. A moment later, she pitched forward, moaning my name.

  Suddenly, I was cumming too, from jerking myself off while watching her play with that pussy of hers that I wanted so badly, stars exploded behind my tightly-closed eyelids. The pleasure slammed into me like a punch to the gut, in the best possible way. I was left breathless and weak, momentarily forgetting where I was. Who I was with.

  By the time I had blinked myself back to full awareness, Jocelyn was buttoning her blouse, staring down at her ruined skirt. At the wet splash on the floor beneath her.

  "Sorry about your carpet," she said, sounding honestly a little bit embarrassed.

  I could tell she had never done anything like this before, and I liked that that was true.

  I cleared my throat.

  "It's nothing."

  She picked up her skirt and turned it over in her hands. Frowning slightly, she reached into her purse and rummaged for a moment, coming out with a handful of safety pins.

  "I'll see you tomorrow," she said, reattaching the fabric's jagged edges with practiced hands.

  “You’ll see me whenever I want to see you," I said.

  She looked up at me, her eyes still dull. But then, a little spark.

  "What did you say?"

  "You heard me," I told her, with a pointed look. "I have a few more special conditions that will need to be met, in order for this mentorship to keep working. In order for you to be my pet."

  For a moment, she just stared at me. And then, ever so slightly, there was a hint of a smile.

  Chapter 9

  William

  True to my word, I came to visit her at her office the next day. I had arranged for her to have her own, as a Valentine’s Day gift. I wanted to assure that her tenure here at my firm would last.

  Her assistant asked me if I had an appointment, and I just assured him that she'd want to see me.

  I was in her office a few minutes later.

  "I'm busy," she said, glancing up at me. Her suit today was more severe-looking even than usual, a sleek suit in midnight-black, crisp white underneath, her hair pulled tightly back. I wanted to see it undone again.

  I laid my briefcase on the table. She stopped and stared, her hand floating midway between the pencil-holder and some papers.

  "What's in there?" she asked, her voice suddenly low and cautious.

  Clicking the latches open, I smiled.

  "Another Valentine’s Day gift," I told her. "I thought it was best if I kept it hidden until we were alone."

  The clerk at the store had wrapped it beautifully, a little box in deep, royal purple with a lavender bow. Jocelyn stood very still, her hands interlaced in front of her.

  "Open it," I said.

  She made a move to pick it up, then hesitated.

  "I can't..." She looked up at me. "William, we can't keep doing this. I talked to my brother about it, and my friend. They were all very honest with me when they said that even though being in a relationship, or, whatever we’re in, with my boss might be fun, it isn’t good for my career. What if you’re just doing all of this for me because I’m sleeping with you?"

  Her voice was regretful, and more honest than I'd ever heard from her. She swept her hand around in a circle in the air, as if to make clear that by “this,” she meant all of it.

  "Look, don’t you want good experience with me as your mentor?" I asked, calmly. “In more ways than one? There is a mediation coming up in a case of mine, and if I put you on as the lead intern attorney, I know that Ashton and Kane and the rest will be impressed by you. You’ll be the first chosen as a full-time employee here at Davies.”

  "You’re only going to do that for me because you want me to sleep with you," she said, firmly. "I don't want to play these games anymore."

  I reached out and touched her cheek, gently. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she breathed in deeply.

  "That’s not true. I’ll give you the opportunity whether you sleep with me or not. I know you’re a good lawyer, and I know the firm will be lucky to have you. But I do hope you sleep with me. Open it," I commanded her, again.

  She took another deep breath and picked up the box. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unwrapped the ribbon and let it slither away.

  "What is this?" she asked, picking up the smooth plastic object.

  A slight frown was taking over her face.

  I reached into my pocket and pulled out another, smaller object. A tiny remote control. I pressed a button, and Jocelyn's gift vibrated silently in response.

  Instantly, her cheeks turned pink.

  "No," she blurted out, dropping it like it had burned her.


  It clattered on her desk, rolling to the edge, and I snatched it up before it hit the floor.

  I laid it carefully on the center of her desk.

  "I told you there were conditions to continuing on as my mentee and pet. You'll wear this at the mediation," I said. "You’ll give a stunning performance, despite the pleasure this will be causing you. No one else will know, as long as you don't betray yourself."

  Jocelyn kept staring at the vibrator, her eyes as wide as saucers.

  "This is insane," she said. "It's bad enough that we’ve done as much as we have, but to be mixing sex with work in such an obvious way..."

  "No," I said, reaching out to touch her arm. She shivered, but didn't pull away. "This only adds to the excitement. You know you want to do it," I smiled, shaking my head. "It's better to do something you want than to regret not doing it, isn't it?"

  Her face went bright red, then completely white. She sat down abruptly in her chair.

  "I’ll think about it," she said.

  I closed my briefcase, picked it up, and left her in stunned silence.

  Chapter 10

  William

  The morning of the mediation, I got to the appointed meeting place very early, crisp, pressed, not a hair out of place, and with the remote control to Jocelyn's vibrator in my pocket.

  I turned it around and around in my hand, picturing Jocelyn blushing as she slipped the little device into her panties. Just thinking about it residing next to her wet little pussy that she had pleasured for me made me half hard.

  I was alone in the conference room, but I wouldn't be for much longer. It seemed judicious to push my chair in a little further, making sure that the conference table shielded me.

  Jocelyn had decided to come, after all. She was the first one to walk in, hitting me with a breeze of cool air and the subtle scent of her perfume as she did so.