Resist

by Missy Johnson

  She recovers quickly, her smile returning as she stares up at me, her eyes so innocent. God, I just want to fuck that pretty little mouth.

  “You can procrastinate all you want, so long as you’re paying my very generous salary.” She stands up and smirks at me. “Was there anything else, Mr. Murphy? Maybe you have some photocopying you’d like me to do.”

  I fight the urge to laugh at her comment. I like her wittiness; it’s a refreshing change from what I’m used to.

  “That will be all, Charlotte.”

  After she leaves, I refuse to fight the urge any longer. I turn the lock on my door and walk over to my laptop, flipping over to the security footage. She’s already back in her room, lying down on her bed, legs crossed.

  I reach down and release my zipper, freeing my cock. I take it in my hand and begin to grind it back and forth while watching her, wishing she were on her knees in front of me with my hand firmly on the back of her head, forcing her to take me all in.

  I increase the speed of my stroke, a groan escaping me. All I can think about is doing the dirtiest, vilest things to that pussy of hers—things that would make any normal, sane woman run a mile.

  Offer them money, though, and they’ll do almost anything.

  A bang on my door interrupts me just as I’m about to come. I groan and compose myself as the banging continues. I fix my clothes and then stand up, walking over to the door to release the lock.

  Ryan stalks in, annoyed. He throws a glare in my direction.

  “You were supposed to have the Ferriman and Legana accounts to me yesterday. Do you know how much money the company will lose if they walk?” He laughs, throwing his hands up as he sinks into my chair, behind my desk. “Wait, what am I talking about? Since when do you care what the fuck is happening with this company?”

  “Hello to you too, Ryan,” I reply smoothly. “Make yourself at home.”

  “No, don’t give me that,” he rants angrily. “Everyone else might tiptoe around you because you’re a psycho son of a bitch, but I’m done. Either you contribute to this business that I’ve worked my ass off to keep afloat, or get out.”

  “You forget that I own fifty-one percent of your precious company,” I point out, leaning against the window. “And if you had checked your email before you came storming onto my private property, you’d see the two files you requested are sitting in your in-box.”

  I watch, amused, as he whips out his phone, not bothering to hide my satisfaction as embarrassment begins to bloom on his face.

  “It’s still late,” he sulks, not meeting my eyes.

  “What is this really about?” I ask. “We both know I do more than my fair share to bring business into the company, yet you’re always on my back.”

  “Because you’re a pathetic little cunt who gets away with everything,” he retorts, his face going red. He glances at my laptop, at Charlotte, who is still lying on her bed. “Perfect example: You invest more time in your little whores, yet somehow everything works out for you. This one must be new. I haven’t seen her before,” he adds, studying Charlotte again.

  I reach over and close the laptop. “Maybe your attitude toward me is misplaced jealousy,” I say. His eyes darken and I grin. Just the reaction I was hoping for. “I mean, you’re stuck at home with a woman you don’t really love, raising three kids who resent you.”

  “I’m warning you, Jaxon. Don’t go there,” he says, gritting his teeth.

  “Take your empty threats and get the fuck out of my office.” I speak in a calm voice, my eyes not leaving his. “You lost any chance of my respecting you the day you decided to fuck my mother.”

  He rises from my chair. “You need to let that go, Jaxon. It was one time, and it was a mistake. If your father could forgive me, then why can’t you?”

  “Did your wife forgive you? Oh, wait.” I pause, smirking. “She never found out, did she? And what about your kids? Kasey must be pushing eighteen, right? She’s such a pretty little thing. You must be beating the boys off her with a crowbar. Just wait till she discovers real men.”

  He walks over to me and lodges his forearm against my neck. I grin, which only infuriates him more. Imagine if he knew I’d been emailing Kasey for the last month, waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring him down.

  “Stay the fuck away from my family, Jaxon, or I swear on my life—”

  “What?” I taunt. “You’ll kill me? Your precious little girl will be legal next week, Ryan. I’ve seen the way she looks at me. If I gave her the time of day, you know she’d spread those legs for me in a second. You think you know what I’m capable of? You don’t know shit. Your tiny brain couldn’t even comprehend some of the kinky, degrading shit I’ll have her doing for me.”

  He pulls away from me and curses. “Stay out of my face, Jaxon. Just do your fucking job so I can do mine.”

  He pushes me aside and storms out of my office, slamming the door closed behind him. For years I’ve hated him for what he did to my family. In some strange way, I blame him for their deaths too, even though I know he wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger. He might as well have been. I know better than anyone that what went down that night happened because of what he did.

  Sighing, I fall back into my chair. I’m looking forward to making him pay. I’m going to ruin his life the way he ruined mine. I flip open my laptop and navigate to my email. I smile as a new message pops up.

  Wow. I had no idea you were into all that. I may or may not be sitting here, blushing, thinking about you…

  I chuckle as I type back a reply. Telling her about my lifestyle was a risk, but it’s paying off. She’s curious. Probably turned on. I didn’t tell her much—just enough to spark her mind into overdrive.

  A few more days, Kasey, and I can introduce you to my world. God, the things I want to do to you, sweetheart…

  Chapter 6

  Charlotte

  The rest of the week is much the same. I spend most of my days filing and making coffee. Other than the odd encounter where the sexual chemistry is obvious, there is nothing to suggest he hired me for anything other than to take care of his office work.

  I’m confused, and what annoys me even more is how angry his disinterest is making me feel. Is that all part of his plan—to lure me into self-doubt by breaking down my confidence? Maybe that’s what gets him off. All I know is it bothers me that he’s pretending he’s not interested when he made it clear in the ad and his interview that sex was a pivotal part of this position.

  Whether or not he wants to fuck me shouldn’t be what this is about, but I don’t have the time to wait for him. I need to hasten things so I can get this damn story and get back to my life, and if that means seducing him, then that’s what I’ll do. I’ve come this far; I’ll be damned if I’m going to quit now.

  If only I were actually any good at seducing men. Jess once likened a lap dance I demonstrated for her to a drunken clown in the midst of an attack of food poisoning. I glance around my bedroom and shiver. I want to call Jess and get some ideas for seducing him, but the paranoid side of me is wondering if this place is bugged. What if he’s watching me right now? I shiver again and then stand up, my cynicism winning out.

  Maybe I should go outside.

  Out in the safety of the rose garden I can be sure I’m not being overhead. I sit down under a huge tree and take a moment to appreciate the scenery. It’s truly stunning, with petals every color of the rainbow surrounding me. The roses are in full bloom, as you would expect in early spring. I close my eyes and breathe in, listening to the sound of the wind gently rustling the leaves above me. I dial Jess. She answers right away.

  “Thank God. You’re still alive,” she sighs dramatically.

  I laugh, watching the leaves move in the trees in front of me. “Yep. He hasn’t killed me yet,” I quip.

  “So, tell me everything. Is he as hot in person as he looked on the news?”

  “Hotter,” I confirm with a chuckle. “Obviously being charged with murd
er agreed with the guy.”

  “Speaking of, have you found anything yet? Like maybe a body?” She snorts at her own joke and I roll my eyes. “Does he let you out of your cage if you’re a good girl?”

  “You’re an idiot,” I giggle. “I have a huge, well-equipped bedroom. You want to know what he’s had me doing?”

  “Tell me, you kinky bitch,” she presses.

  “Filing,” I reply, my voice flat. “Oh, and coffee. Let’s not forget how important those five double-strength black coffees are for getting him through the day.”

  “That’s it?” she squeaks. “What about the sex? All the fun stuff. And the other girls? What are they like?”

  “I haven’t met them. Seriously, I feel like I’m getting nowhere.” I sigh and lean back against a tree, closing my eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said yes, Jess. I feel like a nervous wreck waiting for him to pounce on me. I haven’t slept properly in days, and trying to pretend I’m this confident little sex kitten is wearing me out.”

  “So take matters into your own hands,” she replies, her voice matter-of-fact.

  “What do you mean?” I ask dubiously.

  “Look, he obviously didn’t hire you for your filing abilities. Or your coffee.” She snorts. “Trust me, I’ve tasted it.”

  “Jess—”

  “Put the moves on him,” she interrupts. “Maybe that’s what he’s waiting for. Take charge. Seduce him, then once you’re in, find the cracks.”

  I roll my eyes again as she giggles at her choice of words.

  “God, I’m hilarious,” she mutters. “I gotta go, but you can do this, Char. You know you can. If you ever begin to chicken out, think of Nick and imagine how pissed off he’d be if he knew what you were doing.”

  She’s right. Not only about Nick but about Jaxon too. The only way I’m going to get anywhere is by showing him that I’m ready and willing to take control. I hang up and get to my feet, a new burst of energy surging through me. It makes sense: He’s sick of dominating women and he wants someone to push him.

  Take control.

  It all makes sense now. The question is, How do I go about it when the idea terrifies the hell out of me?

  —

  I walk into his office, clutching his usual tall black coffee. I’m dressed in a low-cut off-white silk shirt and a fitted gray pencil skirt. As I have every other day, I’ve forgone underwear at his request.

  “Thanks,” he murmurs when I set the drink on his desk. “There’s some filing waiting in the out-box, and I’ll have you do some data entry too. Mundane stuff, but it needs to be done.”

  This is it. I’m going to go for it. With every passing minute I’m becoming more and more annoyed with him and his disinterest. If he wants to play, then let’s play. I’ll make myself impossible to resist.

  I reach for the stack of papers and purposely let them slide from my grasp. He looks up, startled, as they spill to the floor, until he catches sight of my expression. His eyes narrow, a smile tugging at his lips as he watches me bend over to retrieve the papers, my ass in the air.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Murphy,” I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder as the hem of my skirt creeps up over the cheeks of my ass. He rises from his chair and walks over to me, his expression amused. I’m embarrassed because this feels so unnatural, and his reaction is more comical than aroused, which humiliates me. I’m going to kill Jess.

  “Is this what you think I want?” he whispers, his hand grazing my bare ass. I jump as his nails dig into my skin, his open hand connecting with my ass. “Some stupid fantasy of fucking my receptionist?”

  “Well, considering all you’ve had me do is your filing, I think it’s a pretty safe bet that I have no idea what you want,” I retort angrily. I’m embarrassed—and still bent over with him pressing against my behind.

  “You’re so determined to rush things, Charlotte. Do I make you wet?” he whispers.

  I cry out as he slides a finger inside me.

  “Is this what you want from me? Do you want me to fill your sweet little pussy? Make you scream my name? Because I’ll do it. But then you need to do something for me in return. Something so dirty and degrading that you’ll be ashamed of how much you’re enjoying it.”

  “What?” I whisper, my knees buckling. My hands lay flat on the floor as he penetrates me with his fingers. I whimper as he violently rubs my clit. Oh, God. I want this so badly.

  “It’s no fun if I tell you,” he teases. “But trust me, I mean it when I say you’ll enjoy it. Just say the word, Charlotte. One little word and my cock will be so deep inside you, you’ll feel impaled.”

  “Yes,” I whisper. I’ll deal with the consequences of whatever it is I’ve agreed to later. Right now, all I care about is how close I am to climaxing.

  I hear the sound of his zipper lowering as he removes his fingers from inside me. Grabbing my hips, he thrusts in. I groan as my legs nearly buckle under me, but his strong arms loop around my waist, propping me up. He’s huge, so much so that every push brings tears to my eyes, but fuck me, it feels good.

  I stare at the floor below me, my hands flat against the thick fibers of the rug as my clit throbs while his fingers massage it. He groans, his slick cock driving deeper inside me. I’m so wet and on the verge of climaxing when he swiftly pulls out and yanks me upright.

  “Come over here,” he says, grinning at my wide-eyed expression. He leads me over to his chair, where he sits down and taps the top of his desk. “Sit here.”

  My heart thumps as I obey, hoisting my ass onto the huge wooden desk. He reaches into the bottom drawer and pulls out a set of handcuffs, holding them up for me to see.

  My heart skips a beat as he locks one onto a small brass hook on the left side of the desk, clasping the other end securely around my ankle. He does the same with my right so I am spread out in front of him.

  “Just relax,” he murmurs, standing up. He loosens his tie and slides it from his neck. Standing on the other side of the desk, he lays me back, lifting my arms above my head as he fastens the tie around my wrists and secures them to another hook.

  My body trembles as my mind processes the position I am in. I’m tied to the desk, completely at the mercy of a man who was suspected of killing his girlfriend. God only knows what he is capable of doing to me.

  I gasp as, one by one, he flicks open the buttons of my shirt. I’m not wearing a bra, because I wasn’t sure if a bra counted as underwear or not. I inhale as my shirt falls open. He slowly wanders around the desk, his fingers gently running over my arms, then my legs. I whimper as his touch reaches my thighs. My skirt is covering nothing, bunched up around my hips. The way the cuffs are locked into place means my legs are parted, and I cry out as his fingers creep up my inner thigh.

  He smirks at me, like he’s enjoying the effect he has on me. I feel so vulnerable, and I’m surprised at how much I like it. This is by far the most erotic thing I’ve ever done and my body wants more. The thought that at any moment someone could walk in and see me cuffed to his desk is sending tingles right through me.

  “Are you wet, Charlotte?” he asks. He doesn’t wait for me to answer.

  I gasp as he slides a finger inside me. Wet is an understatement. I close my eyes, my nipples hardening as he touches me.

  “Oh, God,” I mumble, arching my back.

  “Open your eyes. I want you to watch me as I fuck you.”

  I do as I’m told, fixing my eyes on his. His gaze bores deep into the shadows of my soul. My heart skips a beat because I wasn’t expecting this level of intensity. Keeping our connection, he lowers his zipper, reaching in to free his erection once again. My body clenches as he nears me, almost as though I’m expecting it to hurt because he is so fucking big, but at the same time I’m aching for him. He rests the tip at my entrance before thrusting himself inside.

  “Fuck,” I gasp, grabbing hold of the side of the desk for support. I’m cuffed into place, but with the force of each thrust I feel like I’m about to fly off th
e desk. “Oh, God, yes!”

  I explode as he plunges deep inside me, my body spasming in fits of ecstasy. I’ve never been fucked like this. I thought I knew what decent sex was, but holy shit, this experience makes everything else seem dull. He thrusts again, and I feel him release inside me. He bows his head and takes a moment before easing himself out.

  He walks around the desk, unlocks the cuffs, and tosses them back in the drawer. I lie back, trying to catch my breath, not caring that I’m still on display. He smirks as though he’s amused by my reaction.

  “Your wrists are red,” he murmurs, holding my arm. His fingers rub over the skin where the cuffs dug into my skin. My heart pounds at his out-of-character behavior. I’ve only known the guy a few days, but this is the first show of affection I’ve seen from him.

  “I’m okay,” I say, sitting up.

  His lips twitch and he reaches out, his fingers stroking my cheek. “You’re better than okay. Did you enjoy that?” He laughs as my blush gives me away. “Charlotte, you need to work on your poker face. I can’t wait to get you out of your comfort zone.”

  I bite my lip. Being chained to a desk and fucked six ways to Sunday isn’t getting out of my comfort zone?

  Chapter 7

  Jaxon

  “Marina, please tell Charlotte she is excused for the rest of the day. Have her be ready at seven p.m. sharp for the function tonight.”

  Marina nods, her gray eyes flashing the slightest hint of surprise. “Certainly, sir. I didn’t realize you were attending the function,” she replies.

  “I didn’t realize I needed your permission,” I reply pointedly.

  Her face flames as her gaze falls downward. I wait until she has left the room before I open my laptop and navigate to my email. I click open my last received message.

  Will I see you tomorrow at the party? Dad’s allowing me to go, but only because he thinks you won’t be there. We could probably sneak a moment alone…