Stranded With My Brother's Best Friend

by J. L. Beck

  Excited, I dab on a bit of concealer then just lip gloss and eyeliner. I don’t want to appear like a made up Barbie with too much color on my face. I want be respected. I know I will have to earn that and I fully intend to. I know how offices are, businesses. How some women climb the ladder by climbing up on a desk and doing the boss. Nope. I wouldn’t do that.

  Grabbing my keys, phone and briefcase, I set off to work. At—MAXWELLL INDUSTRIES! Can you tell I’m excited? I’m just bursting with it.

  After the short drive, as luckily, I live only a few blocks away, I enter the lobby. It is impressive. I admit it nearly made me speechless when I came here for my first interview. Marble floors, all brass and glass.

  I proudly flash my badge at the security desk.

  The security guard winks at me, grabs it and slides it across the digital bar coder. “There you go, Ms. Hawkins, welcome to Maxwell.” He hands me my card back.

  Clipping it to my blouse, I grin at him. “Thank you umm…” I read his nametag. “…Bert.”

  I turn and head for the elevator.

  The doors opens and there stood a man…I gasp. Well, maybe a god?

  Tall, broad shouldered and an easy smile. And muscled to walls of muscle!

  He steps aside to allow me in.

  I get in and stare at the button panel, suddenly my marching on to the new job anthem fades away and I’m wondering who this man is.

  “What floor?” he asks.

  Oh, that voice, it is like liquid heat. I gulp and answer, “The top?”

  He chuckles and hits the 12th floor button. “You don’t sound sure,” he teases.

  I suck in a breath. Do not turn and look. I bet his smile is panty melting. My head starts turning. NO! But it’s too late.

  His smile is dazzling. The kind that makes your knees weak.

  SEE! You looked you dumbass. You cannot get the hots for some guy that maybe works here.

  “So,” he speaks again in that hot, honey coated smooth as silk voice. “Are you new here?”

  I nod.

  “Really? First day?”

  I again, nod. My vocal chords decide not to work cause this man’s scent just entered my space and delicious is the first word that floats through my dazed mind.

  “Shy are you?” he says in a low tone.

  I bite at my lip and feel determined to prove otherwise. “Umm, no. But you know how first day jitters are.”

  He laughs.

  Oh now, I have to turn my head and stare. His laugh is so rich and like makes my skin rise up with goosebumps.

  Buzz cut blond and dancing blue eyes.

  I stare and hope drool isn’t forming at the sides of my lips.

  “If you’re working on the top floor, you got old man Maxwell. He is such an ass.”

  I keep my mouth shut. Not going there. No opinions or office gossip, second rule of professionalism, after the no co-worker affair rule.

  “So, you must be the new EA?” he asks after a moment of silence from me.

  There, he already guessed it and I’d better keep in line here since it’s obvious he already doesn’t like my new boss. “Umm, yes.”

  “Mmm…” He leans in close.

  Oh, My God! His scent is so…Whew, it is hot in this elevator!

  “Well, he’s gone through many assistants. You just have to have thick skin.”

  My gut clenches and I’m not sure if it is because of the heat coming off this sexy wall of muscle or if it’s because of what he is telling me. “H-he’s mean?” I ask in a small voice.

  Silence from behind me.

  I turn to look.

  He isn’t smiling anymore. “I was just teasing. I’m sorry if I upset you.”

  I nod. Not really coming up with any kind of pithy reply or any reply as I turn my head forward again. Looking into this guy’s cobalt eyes would be a very bad idea.

  “My name is Trevor, and if you need any help, like being new and not knowing like where the copy room is…I will be your guide.”

  I blink as I stare at the floor numbers going by. So he does work here. Damn. No office flings. Too bad, as he is yummy. Not that I would have a fling, but this would be the first time it EVER crossed my mind. I wonder why? I roll my eyes at the dumb question and smile. “Well, thank you Trevor.”

  DING!

  I jump a little at the sound and I’m not sure if I feel relief or disappointment that the ride with sexy honey voice is over.

  He steps out and takes a step back to look at me.

  Oh, man. I know my cheeks are flaming.

  “Damn,” he mutters under his breath. He nods and strolls away.

  I try to compose myself, as I do believe the look he just gave me made my panties wet. No…not on my first day. I mean why would I pack a second pair in my briefcase? I didn’t and I now hope I don’t see him too soon. I get out and look around. HUGE. That is the word, monstrously huge. The offices go on forever. I’d never been here as I interviewed on a different floor.

  “Hey!” a woman calls to me.

  I walk over and smile.

  “I’m Dottie.” She smiles back, an older woman with brown hair and a heart shaped face. “I will be your coordinator. Jenna Hawkins, correct?”

  I nod, still feeling nervous as hell so I keep a smile plastered on my lips.

  “Okay, well follow me.” She turns and walks down a long wide hall.

  We go by at least twenty offices.

  Finally, we arrive at a wide open space.

  “Here is your desk,” she announces.

  I stare.

  The whole area is so large. Plants everywhere. All elegantly furnished. My desk is also large and classy. “Wow,” I let it slip out.

  Dottie chuckles. “Yes, it’s very nice. Mr. Maxwell insists on only the best.”

  I move forward and set my briefcase on the desk.

  “So, in a few minutes, I will give you the tour then this afternoon, you can meet Mr. Maxwell.”

  “Okay.”

  “I will be back.” She waves and heads back down the large hall.

  I’m stunned. I just stare around and smile like a dummy.

  “Hello.”

  I turn at the voice. Then for the second time today, I lose my breath.

  Another striking male. Dark hair, emerald eyes, and a sweet smile.

  He grins. “So, you are the new EA?”

  I nod.

  He shakes his head. “Oh, man. Old man Maxwell isn’t going to…” He stops speaking. “I’m Micah.” He extends his hand.

  I know better than to touch him. The man is so dammed cute and I know his hand will be warm and somehow comforting. I reach out and clasp his hand.

  His eyes widen a bit as a shock sparks us both. He laughs and drops my hand. “These carpets.”

  I shiver a little and nod. Yeah, the carpets, not that hot skin from your strong hand. Where are they getting these men? Is there something in the water coolers here? Like is it a requirement to be a hot male to work here or something?

  “Hello?” He waves his hand in my face to get my attention.

  I blink and let out a giggle. Stupid, looking like a dork again. “Uh yeah, I’m—”

  “Jenna Hawkins,” he finishes for me.

  My eyes widen. He knows my name?

  “It’s there on your badge.” He motions to my blouse.

  “Oh…” I gaze around. Again, I am attempting to NOT look at yet another hot guy. This is painful. I mean when have I seen men like this, or had a chance to? And now because they work where I do, I have to avoid looking? So unfair.

  “Well, if you need any help. My office is just a few doors down the hall, okay?” His beautiful eyes try to lock with mine.

  I am snared by them they are like emeralds, they really are. I smile. “Okay.”

  He turns then stops to look at me. “And if old man Maxwell gives you a hard time, just ignore it, okay? His bark is worse than his bite.” He gives me a green eyed wink and heads down the hall.

  I star
e at his back and those long legs. His stride is so confident, yet graceful. The man could be on billboards, or doing underwear ads. I shake my head. I wonder what he looks like in JUST underwear? STOP! You are actually staring and fantasizing him with no clothes on!

  I turn to my desk and again, have to compose myself. Old man Maxwell giving me a hard time? This is the second time it has been said that he is tough. I let out a sigh. It might be harder than I thought to win his respect.

  I go around the desk and sit in the seat. Oh, wow. The chair is one of those Lumbar friendly perfect chairs. Well, at least the eye candy as in Micah and Trevor is appealing and this chair rocks! Maybe it won’t be all that bad?

  I get up and explore the file cabinets. There are super comfy chairs for people to sit in as they wait to see old man Maxwell. I shake my head. You need to not think or say that. It is Mr. Maxwell and at least he is old, cause another hot man is the last thing I need. There are already two that will so distract me every time they come around, which will be often I hope with dear hope. I giggle again. I may not be able to touch but who would want to miss the eye candy strutting around?

  “Alrighty then…” Dottie walks up and pulls me from my mental wandering through eye candy land. “Let’s take the tour of the areas you will need to be in.”

  I beam at her and try again, to force confidence to the surface. “Yes, ma’am.” And I follow her out.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Jake Maxwell

  I don’t have to be into the office until this afternoon, so I did lay around in bed for a bit, but I feel antsy. Too many stressors. Taking over Maxwell Industries has changed my life 180 degrees. I need to focus on one task at a time.

  Out of the three of us, I was chosen by dad to lead. Being the oldest was part of it, but I’m like my dad in more ways than my brothers. Is that a good thing? Hell, yeah. He made billions out of 5 bucks, or so the story goes.

  I decide to get dressed. I need to go to the club today. I need it bad. I feel like I have no control over my life lately and I need to get my edge back.

  So, after just a glass of OJ. I head out.

  The club has saved my sanity in the past and it will again. I drive up and the valet smiles at me. He knows my reputation and he among others sort of idolizes me. If he only knew the half of it.

  I enter the club after passing my card over the security panel. You cannot get in here like other clubs, it is why I like it here.

  The maître dom greets me. He smiles. “Mr. M, so glad to see you today.”

  “Hey, Blitz.” I give a half smile back.

  He nods and leads me down the hallway. The place is decorated in muted colors. Elegance and class, another reason why I like it here. I follow him to the ante room.

  Sitting in one of the chairs, I let out a sigh as my fists curl. So much energy inside me and I can hardly contain it.

  Soon, I see several women. I sit up and take a look.

  They walk over and bow their heads.

  One is a redhead, one is a brunette and the third is a blonde.

  Blitz knows me. I like variety. But what he doesn’t know is my secret. Interesting. I do love blondes. I again, am wondering if she will do it. I stare at the blonde one. “Number three on the right, raise your head.”

  Slowly, she does and looks at me.

  I feel hard as her eyes meet mine. Yes, this may be a possibility.

  I nod at her. “You two can go.”

  The other two raise their heads and I can clearly see the disappointment on their faces. I want to smile but I don’t. It is well known in the club what I can do for a woman. Especially, a sub. Blitz told me a few weeks ago that the subs fight to get a spot with me. I shrugged it off.

  Yes, at six foot three, 180 pounds in wonderful shape and wide shouldered, I’m nothing to write off for most women. It is also known here—as some sub talked about it when she should not have—that I am well endowed. I’m also powerful, demanding, and know all of a female’s G spots and I pamper you afterward.

  Suffice to say, if they talk about it, they are not allowed back. Rules are rules. I had Blitz bar that particular sub from the club.

  I stand from the chair.

  Little blondie gasps and lowers to her knees. Head down.

  Yes, interesting. Well trained. “Have you been a sub long?” I ask the first question.

  “No, no sir…”

  Great. Passes the first one. I’m not like most doms, I like newbies, more fun to train.

  “Do you do a job that requires skin to show?”

  She pauses at this one, head still down. “Um, yes sir.”

  “How much skin?” I’m hoping she isn’t a stripper, only because I leave marks in places that might hinder her performing soon. Not real bad marks just some pink. I hide my smile. I love to pinken their skin, to just a sweet rosey hue. Then kiss the pink away, if they please me.

  “Um, cocktail waitress. So mid-thigh down shows and my arms, some cleavage—”

  “Yes, yes,” I cut her off. Well, she passes that one too. I feel a bit of excitement but we aren’t done yet. “Raise your head and look at me.”

  Again, she does.

  I watch her eyes as she pauses at my thighs, then up to my crotch area, more pausing.

  Dammit.

  I wait.

  Her eyes widen as she levels them up to my chest. Her perusal stops at my neck. Her gaze focuses there for perhaps thirty seconds.

  I tilt my head. Again, interesting. My neck uh?

  Finally, her eyes meet mine. Then she looks away.

  Again, dammit. I sigh. Well, 2 out of three is as close as anyone has gotten in a long damn time. I nod. “Room 1 and do nothing until I arrive.”

  She nods and scurries away down the hall.

  Deep down, I am hoping this will still work. It has been forever.

  I get up and head to the tool room. I pause there. No. I don’t want any tools, whips, ballgags etc I’ve got my own. Hands, mouth, cock and words. I often skip the toys. Again, I grin.

  I head to the room. Opening the door, I see blondie on the floor head down. I wonder to myself… has she been that way for the last several minutes? Well, the rooms are soundproof, so maybe as she couldn’t have heard me approach and has been in the sub position for the whole time. Good girl

  I walk in and clasp my hands behind my back. “I require total submission, but I do like a bit of fire. You will have to use your instincts on that one. I will be a bit rough, but I will take good care of you. If any of this is not to your needs, you can leave now.” I wait.

  She remains in position.

  I continue my speech, “I do not require a safe word…only one. And that is NO. The minute you say no, this will be over in an instant. Do you understand?”

  She nods.

  “Say whether you understand or not.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Oh and that’s another thing. I want you to call me Jacob. Not Master, not Sir.”

  She pauses.

  Yeah, that one always throws them at first. I smile though she cannot see it. “That is my name and I am not a king.” Yes, different again, than most doms. I do not need the lordly names or reference. I like begging and panting, pleading to come at my hand. I like to sex them into exhaustion, spank them till they are pink and their bodies are squirming with pain and pleasure. Make them feel. Feel all of it from their pretty heads to their curling in pleasure toes. “I will master you but it will speak for itself.”

  Her body gives a tremble.

  Again, I grin. She is already wet I am sure. Well, before we are through, she will be soaking. I get hard again and hope flares again. “Stand,” I instruct.

  She does.

  “Look at me.”

  She raises her gaze.

  I look into her eyes. “I dub you angel. That will be your name here.” I gaze at her outfit. Skimpy as what they usually wear here. “Pull your tits out.”

  She instantly reaches into her bustier and pulls both out.r />
  I am continuing to be hard, yes her skin is creamy, her nipples pink and sweet. “Make your nipples hard for me,” I order in a low voice.

  She gulps and stares down at them.

  I want to chuckle at her confusion but don’t and I admire her waiting for detailed instructions. “Play with them till I say otherwise.”

  She passes her hands over them.

  “Pinch them.”

  She does.

  Now tug on them.”

  She does and I can see her breathing has escalated. She has no idea how far this will go, she may need oxygen, before I am through.

  “Now flick them and then rub them in circles.”

  She is almost panting now.

  Good.

  “Now strip off the rest of what you are wearing.”

  Her shaky fingers reach for the waistband of the very short skirt.

  “Bend over as you remove it.”

  Angel does as I order.

  I step up behind her. “Leave the skirt at your ankles and spread your ass cheeks open for me.”

  She is panting hard and I can see the pulse in her neck is beating hard.

  Yes, I build them slow then speed it up if they behave right.

  She grabs her cheeks as she is bent over.

  “Good little angel,” I purr. Her little rosy bud there is flexing s it shows how excited she is. Her pussy is shaven and glistening wet. Perfect. “Do you like being so open to me?”

  She nods and licks her lips.

  “You are thinking of my cock, aren’t you?” I ask.

  “Ye-yes, J-Jacob.”

  “Good girl. Now reach down and finger your clit.”

  She does in a hurry, as she is hot now.

  “Nasty girl, aren’t you?”

  She is panting bent over and massaging her clit. “Yes, Jacob.”

  I am hard, but not as hard as I should be. Oh well, I will give her a look. I step in front of her and unzip my pants. I am fully clothed for now. It seems to make them hotter for some reason to be half or fully nude while I remain in my suit and tie. “Take a look at my cock, little angel.”

  Her eyes raise up as she continues to massage her clit. She licks her lips again.

  “You like to suck, am I right?”