His Plaything (Slade, Inc. Book 2)

by Mackenzie Williams

  "Ms. White, I really need to head out on my run. When I return, I expect my normal supplies to be ready. Plus, I need you waiting as well."

  "Waiting?"

  "Yes, that meeting was long. I think I could benefit from some time with you." His eyes seemed to brighten. "Will that be a problem? Are you too busy?" His tone was playful, and Morgan loved this side of him.

  Her tone was also playful as she answered. "Well, my boss keeps me on a short leash, but I think I can spare a few minutes for you." Morgan grinned girlishly.

  "Don't be late." His eyes narrowed.

  "Yes, Mr. Slade." She wanted to kiss him then, but he was gone.

  Morgan rubbed her hands together in anticipation. In these moments, she felt the closest to him. In that sweet conversation, she had felt more like his girlfriend. This was what she was dying for. These little moments where she felt like he needed her.

  Morgan inhaled deeply before returning to her desk. Yes, Connor. I'll be waiting for you.

  Chapter Five

  Connor slowed to a jog as he neared his office building. He was breathing heavily from his three mile run. It was a great stress reliever but not half as great as the real stress reliever he wanted: Morgan. In these moments, that trapped feeling was gone. In these moments, he felt like he didn't want a life without her. Now, if only that feeling would stick around.

  He jogged up the backstairs of the building so he didn't have to run into anyone at the reception desk being all sweaty. As he left the stairwell onto his floor, his cock was already starting to stiffen. Just then, a small amount of guilt tried to cloud his thoughts. Was this selfish, or was Morgan just as happy with their arrangement as he was?

  Connor shook his head slightly. Those thoughts were for another time. Not now. He balled his hands into fists just before he reached his door. He guessed that if he found her ready and waiting, he would have his answer, at least temporarily.

  As he entered his office, his mood fell instantly. There on his desk were his usual after-run requirements. His water, organic nut bar, and energy drink were waiting, but not his girl. He had expected her to be right next to his desk. He walked farther into the room and checked his private break room. No Morgan. Connor scowled as he walked back out to the hallway and poked his head into her office. He didn't see her there, either.

  "What the hell?" A frustrated breath rushed from him.

  A bit of anger mixed with worry. Maybe she had had enough of being his office plaything. Had he gone too far this morning? Connor walked back into his office and picked up the water. He quickly took a giant swig, contemplating.

  "Damn it." He reached down and pressed a button on his phone. "Marcie, have you seen Ms. White?"

  After a few seconds, her voice responded from the speaker. "No. Do you need me to check the break room?" It was hard to tell, but her voice sounded almost jovial.

  He pressed the button again. "No."

  Connor took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a minute. What the hell? Was she testing him? Trying to make him angry or was she trying to get him to prove how much he wanted her? Or was Morgan showing him that she was done?

  His concern and frustration were growing, along with his damn cock. Connor let out a low growl as he swung his arms, accidently knocking his water bottle to the floor. He just rolled his eyes, leaving it lie. He hastily took his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. His face felt overheated, and his hands were aching to touch his girl.

  Connor grabbed his cock, adjusting his erection in his running shorts and then instantly stilled his movements. There was a noise coming from his private bathroom. His shower had just started. Connor's anger didn't fade, however. It just morphed into something almost as dark.

  Ms. White, you're playing a dangerous game. Do you realize that?

  ****

  Morgan nervously moved her weight back and forth from one leg to the next as she waited. She was hoping Mr. Slade would see this as sexy teasing, but truthfully, she wasn't sure. His attitude could easily be irritation toward her not following his directions. Well, technically, she was waiting for him. Maybe just not in the way he had wanted.

  "Ms. White." His voice came from right outside the bathroom door.

  Morgan felt like her stomach had just jumped into her throat. She swallowed hard, now twisting her fingers together. She answered in a hushed voice. "Yes, Sir?"

  Her eyes widened as the bathroom door slowly opened. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight that greeted her. Mr. Slade was shirtless. Beads of sweat were running down his chiseled abs. His hair was damp and lying lazily across his forehead. His green eyes became more intense as they moved from her face down her body. Morgan was standing there, next to his running shower, completely nude.

  "You told me to be waiting." Her voice quivered as she spoke.

  "What would you have done if it wasn't me at the door?" He stepped into the bathroom, and she could feel the tension rise. His stare was serious and commanding.

  "Sir … I…" She took a small step back, bumping into the wall.

  Mr. Slade took another step, closing the door behind himself. Morgan's legs shook slightly as she watched him. His arms and chest muscles were tensing. He lowered his head a little but kept eye contact with her. She was his prey. Other women might not enjoy that feeling but Morgan did. This striking man was lustful for her and no one else. At least, in this moment.

  A quick memory of her ex-fiancé calling her too boring for his sexual needs ran through her mind. Morgan pushed it out. She didn't want to think about anyone else but Connor right now.

  "Was your intention to make me find you? To make me anxious?" He stepped closer still, and she had nowhere to go.

  "Mr. Slade … no, I just thought this … well," she stammered nervously. Morgan had no idea what he wanted to hear. "I wanted you to know I was up for anything." Those words rushed out without her fully thinking them through.

  An extremely slow smirk lifted one side of his face. His eyes narrowed on her, staring deep into hers. She felt as if her chest was tightening with the buildup in the small bathroom.

  "Anything? Be careful what you say, Ms. White."

  Chapter Six

  Mr. Slade took another step forward and reached his hand out. Morgan flinched. He didn't reach for her, though. He slid the shower door open a little bit and stuck his hand in, feeling the water. He slowly pulled his dripping arm free.

  "Well, Ms. White, since you're here and ready, I'll make use of you then." He raised an eyebrow, and it made his expression seem more ominous. His face was mere inches from hers. "Take off my shorts."

  She froze, just watching his body language. His muscles tensed as he eyed her. Finally, she reached out, grabbing the top of his sweaty gym shorts. He made no attempt to step back to give her more room to work with. Her back was against the wall, literally.

  Morgan pulled, but because the shorts were so damp, they clung to his skin. She pulled again, and they barely moved.

  "Morgan, you're wasting water."

  She looked up to see there was little humor in his eyes. She quickly went back to her job. Morgan leaned farther into his body, getting the sweet smell of his masculine odor. She pulled harder, and his gym shorts and boxer briefs slid down to his cock. When the band reached the shaft, his erection flung forward wildly. Morgan swallowed loudly by pure reflex.

  She looked up to see if his expression had changed. It hadn't. He still looked just as serious and emotionless. She brought her attention back down to his shorts. Morgan kept sliding them down with some problems until they were around his calves.

  "Good."

  She stood back up straight as he kicked his running shoes off. He spoke to her as he finished ridding himself of his clothes and socks. "In you go."

  Morgan hesitated for a few seconds, just watching her boss. He looked fucking sexy as hell. His chest was a rosy-pink color from exercising. His hair was slightly messy, which was inviting. Mr. Slade then looked up at her, putting his hands on
his hips.

  "Why are you making me wait longer? Ms. White, are you trying to rile me up?" This time, his eyes softened just bit.

  "No, sorry." His schedule floated through her mind, and she knew that he had a fifteen minute window here. That was one benefit to being his secretary.

  Morgan stepped forward, and Mr. Slade just barely turned to give her more room to walk. Again, it seemed he was purposely making this hard for her. Connor. Her breasts brushed past his chest as she reached the shower door. When she turned toward it, her ass then brushed against his thigh. His skin felt as if it was on fire.

  She stepped into the shower. The water was warm but not too hot as it ran down her body. A small sigh came off her lips as he stepped in. Fortunately, this shower was a little bigger than one would expect in a private office.

  He's had other girls in here. That sordid thought wormed its way through her head.

  Mr. Slade brought her attention back on him as he faced her, grabbing her hips. "So, Morgan. Let's see how I want to play this. Should I punish you first for making me wait and hiding from me—"

  "I wasn't hiding." As soon as she interrupted him, she regretted it.

  Mr. Slade's eyes flashed with something close to irritated amusement. "Thank you for making my decision easy."

  Before Morgan could try to dig herself out of the hole she had created, Mr. Slade spun her around. She gasped in surprise as he quickly pressed her back down. Her face was almost touching the shower wall as he pulled her hips back closer to him.

  He turned to the side so the water was spraying straight onto her ass. His hands were soon rubbing over her body. Morgan lifted her hands to the shower wall to steady herself as her eyes fluttered shut. She didn't entirely know why she craved his punishments but she did. Was it just to please him or was it for herself?

  Sometimes the world seemed plastic. These moments were anything but.

  Mr. Slade rubbed his hands down her back, over her ass, and lightly grazed her pussy lips. Morgan held her breath until he changed tactics. He smacked her wet ass harshly, and a moan flew from her. He smacked her again, and the sound of wet skin on skin echoed around her.

  He growled as he smacked her ass again. This time was much harder, and Morgan's eyes flew open as she said his name.

  "Not good enough. I want to hear my name much louder than that."

  Morgan turned her head toward him and was trapped by his stare. He was looking at her like she was his prized possession. In that moment, she felt like it. He looked away from her, grabbing something. Morgan didn't know what until her ass felt it.

  Mr. Slade grunted as a hard wooden stick spanked her wet skin. Morgan yelped loudly and twisted her body, trying to get a look at the object. Mr. Slade raised it up, and she saw that it was a back scrubber. He was holding onto the brush part. She was very thankful that the shower wall didn't give him too much swinging room. She closed her eyes as the handle came down on her ass.

  "Mr. Slade!"

  "There you go." He rubbed his hand over her stinging ass cheeks. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

  Chapter Seven

  Connor hung back up the wooden back scrubber and then lightly ran a hand down her trembling back. A crooked grin lifted his lips as he felt her slightly labored breathing. Did she even know what she was doing to him? Was his girl doing this on purpose?

  He continued to rub her skin. "Morgan?"

  "Yes, Sir?"

  He inhaled sharply. He loved the way she said that word. Sir. Connor removed his hands from her. "I think you know what I like by now."

  He watched her fingers flexing against the tile of the shower wall. Was she thinking or making him wait? His grin grew wider. How could I not want her here?

  "Please, Mr. Slade. I want your hands on me."

  "Do you mean that, Morgan?"

  "Yes." Her voice was strong but small.

  Connor moved a hand under her, grabbing a breast. He lifted her chest up so she was standing up straight, her back against him. He roughly massaged both of her tits until she gave him a slightly pained whimper. His cock was hard and pressing into her flesh. He fucking wanted her badly.

  He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Where, Morgan?"

  She took a shaky breath, and he squeezed her breasts harder.

  A soft whine left her lips before she answered. "My cunt."

  His jaw muscles tensed. "Your cunt?"

  "Yes."

  Connor closed his eyes for a second, inhaling sharply. There was something about a pretty young thing asking for his touches. He just couldn't get over it.

  "Ok, pet. Grab my cock."

  He didn't wait for her. Connor ran his hand down her stomach and straight to her pussy. She gasped as his fingers rubbed over her clit and lips. Soon, her timid hand reached around her back and gripped his rock hard dick. He growled against her head as she squeezed him harder.

  Connor was gifted a sweet moan as he slipped a finger inside her. He wiggled it slowly, feeling just how wet she was already. She wanted this badly, it seemed. Connor kissed her neck softly, and she responded by pulling harder on his cock.

  "Fuck. I can't wait any longer to be inside you."

  Connor pulled his finger out of her and roughly spun her around. Morgan almost fell against the wall, but he swiftly caught her. His hands wrapped around her back. She stared into his eyes, and he was frozen for a moment. She looked at him like he was her knight in shining armor. That fact had guilt rising into his throat.

  Fuck, sweet. Do you really know what you've signed up for?

  He pushed all thoughts out of his head then, except the thought of slipping his dick inside his secretary. Connor gracefully lifted her off her feet. As he turned so his back was right under the warm spray of water, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him.

  "Morgan, I want you." The next sentence wouldn't come out. I need you.

  She gave him a small smile. Connor couldn't hold back another second. He pressed her back against the cool tile, and she inhaled deeply. He then grabbed his cock and forced it into her pussy with one hand as he held her tightly with the other.

  She took another quick breath. "I want you, too."

  He didn't need her to say that. He was already fucking her roughly. Morgan's back slid up and down on the wall as his thrusts became faster and harder. Her arms squeezed him closer as he groaned against her shoulder. For several wonderful minutes, the only sounds he heard were moaning and grunting mixed with the spray of the shower.

  Connor placed one hand onto the wall, just past her head as he neared his climax. He was going to go first, he couldn't stop himself now. He thrust deep into her, and she cried out. That was what he needed. He held her close to his body as he started to come inside her.

  "Fuck." He spoke against her neck as he pumped into her a few times with uneven movements.

  When he had finished releasing himself, he held her tightly against the shower wall, panting against her shoulder. She tensed for a moment, and he wondered what she was thinking. Did she feel slutty after their encounters? How much should he be bothered by that?

  This was new territory for him. This "relationship" was already one of his longest. A moment of panic came over him before he made his brain focus on the next task at hand. His plaything needed to come.

  Still holding her up, he reached one hand down between their bodies. He leaned back a bit. Connor found her clit and pressed hard against it. She moaned softly against him. He wanted to hear more of those noises. He started to rub her engorged button harder as her sounds increased.

  "Come for me, Morgan. I want you to come now."

  Chapter Eight

  His words slithered through her body. They didn't sound like merely a command. They actually sounded like a plea. She shuddered in his hold as the tingle increased in her clit. Just before her orgasm took hold, Mr. Slade bit down on the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck.

  Morgan cried out as the small amount of pain ran up her neck. This
sensation mixed with her climax. Mr. Slade's arm tensed behind her, gripping her tighter as her legs trembled around his body.

  "That's my girl."

  She barely registered his praise as her orgasm spiked one last time before fading. He slowly removed his hand from between their bodies. After a few seconds of trying to catch her breath, Morgan started to become aware that the water seemed to be getting colder. Shit. How long have we been in here?

  Mr. Slade slowly leaned back from her, letting her feet drop to the floor. He had a satisfied grin on his face as his dick slipped free of her. He looked so youthful. Morgan felt as if her heart squeezed a bit harder then. His hands gradually came off her, and she let go of his neck.

  Morgan felt a small amount of his cum starting to run out of her pussy. The water spray was barely hitting her legs, as a bit more cum dripped from her. It felt dirty and wonderful at the same time.

  "All right, secretary." He winked at her playfully. "Now, wash my back quickly. I have work to do."

  He turned away from her and soon handed her the soap over his shoulder. A small giggle came off her lips as she took it. "Yes, Mr. Slade."

  ****

  A half an hour later, Morgan was refreshed and back in her office. She smiled while rubbing her hand up over her other arm and shoulder. Mr. Slade had made her feel so many different emotions in merely that small amount of time in his bathroom. Morgan had felt panic, pure happiness, anxiety, and maybe guilt. She exhaled a deep breath before turning and moving farther into her office.

  She was sure she wouldn't get very much more time with her boss for the rest of the day. Looking at his schedule, it told her that he had a few conference calls before he had to leave for a meeting out of the office.

  Morgan made her way over to a stack of paintings and prints that Marcie had delivered last week. Mr. Slade had gotten a wide variety of artwork so she could pick out a few pieces to hang on her freshly painted walls. A warmth filled her as she thought about that. She wasn't sure how much time he had dedicated to picking out pieces or if he had mostly just handed the responsibility off to his decorator, but either way, it made her happy that he wanted her to have a choice.