by Zoey Parker
Bamber never did more than half-ass anything, I’d told Manny, earlier in the afternoon. You at least know Sadie’s going to throw herself into it 100%. As long as her brother’s on the line, that is.
Manny hadn’t been so sure about it, but everything that Sadie had been into since she came to me—collecting the debts, letting me take her, and now the thing with the business—she’d done nose to the grindstone, with that look in her eyes that told me that she would do it the right way or not at all. Must have been a hardass in school. All A student, always looking for the extra credit even though she didn’t need it.
“I guess I just want to make sure it’s right,” Sadie said, shrugging. She glanced up from whatever tools she’d been using to do Lisa’s makeup and half-smiled. “That’s not all there is to it.”
“Nah,” I said. “I didn’t think it was.”
“I liked the feeling,” Sadie said. “It was like... when I was talking to Jack about the idea, I felt like he was listening to me—really listening to me, paying attention to me.”
I nodded slowly. “And not just because you’re hot?”
Sadie’s cheeks went pink and she shrugged again. “Because I knew something he didn’t,” she said. “Because I had an idea, a connection, he didn’t know about. It felt—powerful.”
I grinned again. “Powerful, eh?”
Sadie nodded. “It’s probably stupid,” she said, looking away from me. I watched her rub one of her brushes against some kind of cloth to clean the makeup off of it. “But I’m usually on the low end of the totem pole,” Sadie explained to me. “So for me to know something that they don’t, to have access to something they want, is kind of awesome.”
“It makes sense,” I told her. I had to admit, once I’d figured out what Sadie was—who she was, and what her life was outside of Bamber’s life—I’d been impressed. She was legit. Yeah, an administrative assistant wasn’t the person wheeling and dealing and making decisions, but she was someone who had access to the kind of money I would have killed someone for when I was just getting started years before. She knew people who knew people—something that anyone in my line of work knew was worth more than actual money. Connections were everything. Now that she was starting to get a taste of it, and starting to see what she could do with it, I could tell she was starting to like it. It was hot as hell.
“It just felt good to do something that I knew was just for me,” Sadie said. “That like—yeah, sure, it’ll benefit him; he’ll get his client on the hook and all that.” She rolled her eyes and grinned. “But that I could get Chris off of skid row, and make a little bonus of my own off the deal, just made me feel…” She shrugged, and I knew that there was no word for what she wanted to describe; but I knew I’d had that exact same feeling.
I stepped out from behind my desk as Sadie finished up. The office door was closed; Brody would be on the other side of it, preventing anyone from coming up to interrupt us. I’d told myself that I was just going to let her do her work—let her finish things up with Lisa and then go home—but I had to admit I wanted her. She was hot as fuck, and the little dress she was wearing only made her look even hotter; it was almost innocent-looking, some cotton thing with straps and a sweater, probably something she wore to work that day, or something she wore to go to dinner with her friends.
Sadie looked up from whatever she was doing with her makeup stuff as soon as I was on the other side of the desk. “You’re not scared of me yet?” I said, making sure I sounded as skeptical and sarcastic as possible. Sadie shrugged, and I moved a little closer to her. I was holding back, and I wasn’t even entirely sure why.
“Maybe you’re a bit much for me,” Sadie said, looking up at me through her eyelashes. I’d gotten that look from girls before—even from some of the pros when I auditioned them—but it was cute on Sadie, instead of being annoying. That coy thing, playing hard to get, playing innocent.
“You can’t pull that on me now,” I told her lowly. “It hasn’t even been a week since I made you practically scream that you were my own personal slut.”
I’d heard it in my head over and over again ever since, the sound of her voice—loud enough for her brother to hear—calling out that she belonged to me, that she was mine, my own personal slut. It had been the hottest fucking thing ever, and I was definitely into the idea. I’d gotten myself off at least half a dozen times thinking about fucking her again, and now that I had a solid opportunity, I wasn’t going to just let it pass me by.
“Just because I said it then doesn’t mean I still mean it,” Sadie said, fluttering her eyelashes slightly and shifting away from me. “It doesn’t even really mean that I meant it then,” she pointed out.
I snorted. “Don’t even try with that shit,” I said, reaching out for the skirt of her dress. I tugged her toward me, not sure—completely—whether her hesitation was all an act or not. But I could tell that she wanted me, just like she’d wanted me the other times; she just wasn’t willing to admit it. I smirked at her as I pulled her closer to me, feeling the heat beginning to pool at my groin, my cock starting to go hard in my pants at the memory of bending her over my desk and pounding her tight, wet pussy, and then—a day later—pinning her down on her own bed and taking her again, feeling her squeeze my dick, feeling her gush around me when she came. “I know you want me.”
Sadie looked up at me and I could see that little gleam in her eye, the pink in her cheeks and the flirting eyelashes. She was playing me, but it wasn’t like one of the pros; it was like a girl trying to bring the guy on because she wanted him. I’d seen the look before and it drove me crazy. I wanted to take her—hard and fast—but I wanted to have her so much that she would know all the way down to her bones that she was mine, that she’d say it without me making her do it.
I found the zipper on her dress, along her ribs, and before Sadie could even argue the point with me I started tugging the zipper down, peeling the little sweater off of her shoulders and tossing it aside. I wanted her completely and totally naked—even more than she’d been in her bedroom with the robe opened up, just every inch of her available for me to look at. I slipped the straps off of her shoulders, and Sadie looked almost like she wanted to try and make a run for it—but at the same time like she wanted more than anything to see where it was going, whether I was going to be the same way as before. I tugged at the dress until it slid past her hips, leaving her standing there in my office in her heels, a teeny-tiny pair of panties, and a bra that showed me more than it covered up.
I tugged the top of her bra down over her full, heavy tits and cupped them, rubbing at her nipples with my thumbs, feeling them immediately go hard to my touch. I could see the wet spot at the front of her skimpy panties, and I knew she was soaking—just totally drenched—already. “I could shove my cock in you right now and you’d take me with no problem,” I told Sadie, playing with her tits for a little while longer. I wanted to take my time—more than before—but I knew I didn’t have that long before the night’s business started. God what I wouldn’t give to have her to myself for hours.
Sadie let out a little noise between a moan and a whimper and I twisted and pulled her nipples between my fingers, rubbing the little tight nubs until she began to shiver and fidget. The sounds she was making—breath catches, little moans—made me harder and harder until my cock was throbbing in my jeans, aching to be inside her tight, hot, wet pussy. I reached around to her back and undid her bra, putting it aside without even paying any attention to where it ended up. Her tits looked absolutely fantastic—heavy, big without looking fake—and I brought one of them up to my mouth so I could play with one of her nipples with my mouth. The sound of her little squeal when I barely—barely—nibbled her was almost enough to make me come in my pants.
I lifted her up onto my desk and held her just above it to pull her panties down. She squirmed and wiggled, and in a matter of moments I had a hot piece of ass totally naked except for a pair of heels, her legs spread just enough for me
to see the pink lips of her dripping wet pussy peeking out. I began rubbing her, loving the feeling of her wetness, the heat of her. I pushed two fingers inside of Sadie’s tightness and she moaned, head falling back, eyes closing. “You love this,” I told her, bringing my thumb up to rub her clit while I worked her with my fingers. Sadie nodded, moaning again as I played with her inside and out. “You’d love it even more if you had my cock in your mouth at the same time,” I said. Sadie barely hesitated, and then nodded again, and I grinned to myself. She might not be willing to admit it at any other time, but at least as far as fucking was concerned, Sadie Bamber was 100% mine.
I took my fingers back and brought them up to my own lips for just a second. She tasted good—clean, sweet—like someone I actually wouldn’t mind going down on, another time. Once she’s totally convinced of how thoroughly she’s mine, I can spoil her a little. I pressed my fingers against Sadie’s lips and she obediently licked and sucked them clean without me even having to tell her to. I took off my blazer and tossed it over the chair, and pulled Sadie up. “Open my pants,” I told her. She shook her head—not to tell me no, but I saw the look in her eyes clear just a little bit—and I reached up behind her, snatching at her hair and winding it around my hand. I gave her hair a sharp, fast tug and she gasped, pain flicking across her face right before I saw exactly what I wanted to see: she was turned on more than ever.
She unbuttoned my fly, unzipped me, unbuckled my belt, and before I knew it her hot, small hands were rubbing and stroking my hard cock, freed from my clothes out into the air. I let her play with me for a few minutes, loving the feeling of her touching me like that—like she was greedy for me, like she couldn’t get enough of my cock in her hands—before I made her stop, giving her hair another fast little pull. “I should shove you on your knees and fuck your hot little mouth, shoot my load on your face and tits and make you walk out like that,” I told her, keeping a firm hold of her head right at the base of her skull, my fingers against her scalp. Sadie shuddered, but I could see the heat in her eyes. “You’d fucking love that, wouldn’t you? Walking out of here with my cum drying on your tits?”
Sadie shook her head, and I saw her wince at the pain as her hair pulled. “Please just fuck me,” she murmured. I smirked.
“Are you begging me to fuck your tight little pussy?” Sadie nodded.
“Please,” she said.
“You love my cock in you, don’t you?” Sadie nodded again. “Say it.”
“I love your cock inside me,” Sadie told me.
“Who do you belong to?” Sadie’s breath hitched in her throat and I saw her pride rise up and then die out on her face.
“You,” she whispered.”
“Louder.” I snatched at her hair.
“You! You, I belong to you,” Sadie said, almost shouting it.
I pulled her closer to me, her legs dangling off the edge of my desk, and guided the tip of my cock up against Sadie’s soaking wet pussy. I slid into her, taking my time, letting her feel every last inch of me, and I watched her as I pushed deeper and deeper; there wasn’t even a bit of pain on her face as she took my cock. She flat-out loved it.
# # #
Sadie
Micah began moving inside of me and I wrapped my legs around him, pushing down to meet his thrusts. It wasn’t like the times before; it was slower, not sweet but so good that I couldn’t believe it. The feeling of him holding me where he wanted by my hair, at my hip, was absolutely perfect, and I loved it—it wasn’t as brutal as him pinning me down by the wrists or bending me over his desk, but it was a reminder of what I’d admitted to him: I was his, at least when it came to sex. I wanted to keep going all night—I wanted to feel him like that, deep inside me, for as long as I could.
Micah pushed me down onto my back on his desk—gentler than he’d done it before—and held me there, speeding up gradually until he was pounding into me just like the other times. I moaned without even caring that anyone could hear me—after all, I was his own personal little slut, wasn’t I? He felt so good—so hot and so thick and so hard inside of me, and I couldn’t have resisted wanting it if I had even wanted to.
“Who does this tight, hot, wet little pussy belong to?” I looked up at Micah’s face at the sound of the question.
“You,” I said, gasping and panting and moaning as he pounded into me hard and fast. “It belongs to you.”
“And this sexy little mouth?” I felt the tugging at my scalp as Micah brought his hand up to my face, hooked one of his fingers between my lips.
“You,” I told him, mumbling around his finger.
“What are you?” I shivered, giving into the pleasure of Micah taking me, using me almost—even if it was more like making love this time, building up to the bone-deep tension I’d felt the first times we’d been together. It felt like he was taking every inch of me, not just pounding my pussy, like he was taking me from the inside out, down to my core.
“I’m your personal little slut,” I told Micah. It was like admitting it was a cue to my body—I felt every last trace of self-control fade away, and as Micah’s cock slid deeper and deeper inside of me, slamming up against my g-spot, I came as hard as I ever had before; I could feel myself gushing around his thickness, feel every muscle tighten in little flexing spasms I couldn’t control. It was like my body was trying to milk Micah, like it was trying to keep him inside of me by any means necessary.
When I felt Micah’s cock twitching inside of my pussy, and heard him groan, I knew he was on the edge, barely holding back. I had just finished when he began to pound into me harder and faster than before, pulling my hair without any attempt to hold back. I came again as I felt the sticky-slick gush of his cum flooding me, mingling with my own juices. Micah’s hands on my body were ruthless as he finished in me, thrusting with abandon as he hit his climax and rode through it, until he couldn’t do any more. He slid out and I lay there on his desk, sprawled out—if anyone walked in right at that moment I would have looked like nothing more than a dirty little slut indeed, legs spread, completely naked, Micah’s cum beginning to drip out of me—and panting and gasping for breath.
I hadn’t even realized how much I’d wanted him to take me again until he’d started to do it, and I didn’t know what on earth had come over me—but everything about Micah taking me like that, making me act like his own, personal slut, was perfect.
Chapter Sixteen
Sadie
The deal went even better than I would have expected; Jack called me the next morning before I even got into the office to tell me how thrilled his new client was to sign on, and I got a text message from Micah letting me know that Lisa had made enough the night before with the high-dollar client I’d provided to wipe out almost half of Chris’ debt in one go. Nate confirmed arrangements with me during lunch to hook up one of his own prospects with one of my “acquaintances” and I started thinking about the logistics of how many of Micah’s girls I might end up needing to keep things up.
Within a week and a half, I’d helped three of Micah’s girls make enough to totally take Chris off the shit list. Of course, he couldn’t work for Micah anymore, but there wasn’t a price on his head anymore, and there wasn’t anyone who would come after him. I should probably have backed off then—I could have just passed Nate and Jack off to Micah, told them how to arrange things directly—but I loved it. I loved having the little secret in the office, and the knowledge that I was making a few hundred for each one on my own, that I’d end the year at least a couple of thousand dollars better off than I had ended the previous year, was even better.
“You’re making a habit of this,” Micah said one Thursday evening, about two and a half weeks after I’d started on the new project for him, when I came into his office. I’d taught about four of his girls—Lisa, Jamie, Kelsey, and Hannah—how to shop, dress, and do their makeup for their new clientele, so I didn’t really have the excuse of checking in on them before they went on their new-and-improved calls. But e
very time I went to see Micah, to talk about arrangements or to make a new date for one of his girls, I somehow ended up having the hottest sex with the boss himself.
“Why stop when it’s working so well?” I sat down in the chair that I’d always taken whenever I visited his office and grinned at him. I didn’t even feel the slightest bit of fear around the big, bad mobster anymore; my whole body heated up just at the idea of being alone with him, of what everything would eventually end up culminating in. I never breathed a word of it to Chris, but every time Micah took me—no matter how he did it—I loved it more and more. So much so that as soon as I stepped into Micah’s office I was already wet, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my bra, my whole body craving the feeling of being taken.
I’d given up on even feeling shame about it; the time I’d come to Micah to check in after the first successful session with Lisa, Micah had ripped my panties off of my body and pulled me down onto his hard cock, pulling my blouse down so he could watch my breasts shake as I rode him. The next time we’d met, I hadn’t even bothered with panties; he’d pulled up my skirt, pushed me face-down in my chair and pounded me from behind, making me tell him over and over again how much I loved his cock inside me, that I was his, that my pussy belonged to him alone.