by Zoey Parker
Chapter Nineteen
Sadie
I waited two days after I heard from Rob to get to Micah; I needed to figure out how I was going to broach the topic. I figured the best way to do it would be after we’d talked business, maybe even after I let him take me again. Are you doing that because you think it’ll make him more likely to listen to you, or because you’re not sure he’ll want to have anything to do with you afterward? I couldn’t make myself answer the question even as I drove through the city to meet with Micah at Vagabond. I hadn’t told Chris anything at all; I figured what Chris didn’t know couldn’t possibly hurt him.
I knew my brother resented me a little bit for the fact that I’d been the one to get him out of Micah’s targets. I knew that he hated the fact that his little sister was the one who’d saved his life. He hadn’t said as much, but it had to annoy him. I thought that if things worked out with what I had to reveal to Micah, I might let Chris know—after—that he was vindicated. It might help, though I was pretty sure that there was no way that Micah would trust him again, with anything.
But that depended on what Micah thought of what I had to tell him. I fidgeted in the driver’s seat of my car as I parked behind Vagabond, checking my makeup, trying to make up my mind to just go upstairs and tell Micah what was happening. Get him good and relaxed first. Get him thinking business, knowing that you’re helping him. I took a deep breath. You’re doing him a favor. Sure, he loves Manny—but he loves his organization more. I dabbed on a little more lip color, and made myself get out of the car. I smoothed my skirt over my legs, and walked toward the back entrance of Vagabond.
It wasn’t open for the night yet, so I knew there would only be staff around—which was exactly the way I had been operating with Micah for a month. I used the coded knock that I’d learned, and waited, my heart pounding in my chest and my blood roaring in my ears. The door opened and I smiled at Zack, one of the barbacks. “Micah’s upstairs,” he said, nodding and opening the door wider to let me in.
“Good,” I told him. “Brody?” Nate nodded.
“As always,” he said.
I brushed past him and started up the stairs, trying not to feel nervous. After all: at the end of the day, I was doing Micah a favor, wasn’t I? I was helping him with his business. I was protecting his interests. Brody gave me a quick—so quick I could almost think I’d imagined it—grin as I reached the landing. “He’ll be glad to see you,” Brody told me. I rolled my eyes, keeping to my part, keeping my brave face on. I felt weirdly the same way I had when I first met Micah; I didn’t know how he was going to react to what I had to tell him, and I wasn’t sure that what I was doing was even rational—or sane.
Brody opened the door and Micah looked up from his computer. “You’re early,” he said, as I came into his office and Brody closed the door behind me. I shrugged.
“Thought I would get a little more time this way,” I told him, sitting down in my usual chair. Micah grinned indulgently at me.
“Greedy, greedy,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “So—what news do you have for me, first?”
“I need five girls this week,” I told him. “Jack’s got three potentials he wants to impress, Nate’s got two, and one of the guys over in New Business wants in on the deal.” Micah nodded, writing notes down. I fidgeted in my seat. Just the thought of having sex with Micah again was enough—in spite of how anxious I was—to make me feel hot all over.
“More bonus cuts for you,” Micah said with a smile. I shrugged.
“It’s mutually beneficial, right?” I leaned toward him slightly, letting him see the low, low cut of the top I’d chosen to wear that night.
“Seems like everyone is winning out,” Micah said. His eyes went right where I wanted them to: down the front of my shirt. “New bra?” I shook my head.
“New necklace,” I told him, sliding it out from between my cleavage. I showed him the pendant: green amber, wrapped in silver wire. “Like it?” Micah rose from his seat, and walked around the desk to come closer to me. I could feel my heart pounding even harder, and at the same time I felt the slickness between my labia, the heat and wetness of how turned on I was just by being around him. Micah reached around to the back of my head and I stood even as his fingers closed in my hair, tugging slightly.
“Let me get a good look at it,” he told me, taking the pendant from my fingers. The chain tightened around my neck as he pulled the amber toward the light in the office, and I bit my bottom lip; my toes curled almost involuntarily inside of my shoes. “Very nice,” Micah said, his voice low, almost a growl in my ears. I looked up at his face. “You love me looking at your tits, don’t you?” I nodded carefully, mindful of his hand still in my hair, the chain wrapped around my throat. Micah let the pendant go, but kept his hold on my hair. “Tell me.”
“I want it,” I murmured.
“You’ll have to do better than that,” Micah insisted. “Louder. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your dick in me,” I said, pitching my voice just a little louder—loud enough that maybe, possibly, Brody could hear it on the other side of the door.
“Why?” I bit my bottom lip, squirming, drawing it out. We both knew why; but Micah loved to hear it—and I knew he loved to feel like he was making me say it against my will, against my judgment.
“You know,” I said, pouting slightly.
“Tell me why, Sadie.” Micah’s hand slipped up between my legs, brushing against the tops of my thigh-high stockings, straight to my already-wet pussy. He cupped my labia in his hand, slid his fingertips between, barely rubbing against my inner folds. “Tell me or I’ll call Brody in here and you can tell him.”
“Because I’m your own personal little slut,” I said. Micah slid two fingers inside of me all at once, and I shivered, biting back a moan. His thumb found my clit and he worked me steadily, rewarding me for my good behavior. My hips moved like they had a mind of their own, twisting, pushing, trying to get more contact. Micah rubbed his fingers along my inner walls, wriggling them, and I gasped and trembled, feeling every bit as tight as I had the first time he’d taken me, loving the sensation of him dominating me, working my body like he really, truly owned it.
“You were already wet when you came in, weren’t you?” Micah’s hand tightened in my hair and I nodded. “Ready to be fucked?” I nodded again. Micah leaned in and bit the side of my neck, making me cry out, and brought his mouth up to my ear. “Fuck, Sadie… one of these days…” He added another finger and I made one of the sounds that only Micah seemed capable of wringing from my throat. “I’m going to take you home, tie you down to my bed, and take the night off work to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore—until you’re begging me to stop.” I bit my bottom lip, imagining it: completely at his mercy, naked, aching from taking him over and over again, but wanting more—right up until my body reached its absolute limit. “Make you count how many times you come...or maybe I’ll make you beg for permission to come every single time…” He pulled my head back and began working my clit harder, rubbing his fingers up against my g-spot and then pulling back. “And if you come without permission I’ll bring you to the edge and then leave you there for an hour.”
“I’d never,” I told him. Micah chuckled, and his fingers slid out of me.
“You wouldn’t,” he agreed. “And tell me why. You need to say it, little Sadie.”
“Because I’m yours,” I told him. Micah grabbed my hand and guided it toward his crotch, and immediately I began rubbing him through his jeans, stroking the thick, hard length of him eagerly.
“Show me how much you want it,” Micah said. His grip on my hair eased just a little bit, and he pushed down on my shoulder.
I dropped to my knees, not even hesitating; I knew exactly what he wanted from me. I looked up at Micah as I opened the fly of his pants, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock as it sprung free—he almost never wore underwear—and bringing the tip to my mouth. Micah brought both hands ar
ound to the base of my skull, and I started working him with my hands and mouth, taking as much of him as I could, sucking and licking, massaging him with my fingers. Everything else I had on my mind disappeared; all I could think about was Micah’s cock in my mouth, in my hands, how much I wanted it inside me. The sharp-salty-bitter taste of his precum coated my tongue, slid down my throat, and I moaned, almost gagging as he pushed my head toward his hips, forcing me to take more of him than I could comfortably.
“Unbutton your shirt,” Micah told me. My hands dropped away from his cock and I obeyed, tugging at buttons that hadn’t seemed nearly as difficult only an hour and a half before. I saw Micah’s eyes darken as my shirt opened up, showing the tops of my breasts, the nipples barely covered by my bra. “All of it,” Micah said; I knew what he meant. I pulled my shirt off, still working him with my lips and tongue, and pulled my bra down, letting my breasts show completely. “Fuck, Sadie,” Micah said with a groan. “God, I could come all over your tits...make you leave like that…” he pulled at my hair, making me wince. I felt his cock starting to twitch between my lips, the telltale sign he was close.
He pulled back all at once, hands still tangled in my hair, and I yelped as he lifted me up onto my feet. Micah turned me around, toward the chair, and shoved me forward, barely giving me enough time to catch myself as he bent me over. “Should I call Brody in here?” Micah pulled my skirt up above my hips, exposing my bare ass. “Let him watch me fuck you like one of the girls?” I shook my head.
“He already knows,” I protested.
“But seeing is another thing,” Micah pointed out, spreading my legs wider. “I could take you downstairs just like this…” He reached up between my legs, began to stroke my clit. “Make you tell everyone on staff how much you love my dick inside you.”
“Please,” I said, pushing my hips back, shaking with how much I wanted him. “Please, Micah.”
“Say it.”
“Please fuck me,” I cried out. “Please—right here, right now.” His fingers disappeared and I whimpered, needy for him. I felt him lightly stroke the cleft between my buttocks. “No—not…”
“Not there?” Micah rubbed his slick fingertips against my tight pucker. “Maybe another time.” I felt his hard, hot cock against my labia, his breath against my neck. “One day I’m going to make you beg me to fuck your tight little ass,” Micah promised.
He thrust into me all at once and I moaned out, my arms bucking on the back of the chair. Micah pulled back, almost all the way out of me, and I groaned, missing him already. “Please,” I whispered.
“Push yourself onto me, little slut,” Micah said. I pushed my hips back, hard and fast—just the way he liked it, taking all of him at once. “Good girl,” Micah said, grabbing my hip with one hand, wrapping my hair around the other. He started moving inside of me, pounding hard and fast, and I struggled to hold myself up, leaning against the chair, my body moving in time with his thrusts. I fell into his rhythm—I couldn’t have even helped myself if I had wanted to—pushing my hips back, taking him deeper. Micah pushed right up against my g-spot, making me cry out again and again, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me until the sounds I was making were barely even human anymore.
I felt his cock starting to twitch again, but he held back, slowing down just enough to keep himself on edge—and to keep me on edge too, for what seemed like ages. He pulled my head back by my hair, holding me in place, keeping me absolutely where he wanted me as he worked me. Even after a month of taking him as often as I could, my body still wasn’t used to how thick he was, how long; I knew I’d be sore the next day but I wanted it—god I wanted it.
“Do you want to come?” I nodded, ignoring the tingling pain in my scalp that only seemed to make the pleasure coursing through my nerves that much more intense. “Beg me to let you come all over my dick.”
“P-please,” I murmured. “Please let me come, Micah.”
“Louder.” I glanced at the door, feeling the rush of embarrassment, which I knew Micah loved.
“Please let me come? Please, Micah!” He began thrusting hard and fast again, driving up against my g-spot over and over. “Please, please, please—I’m so close.” I no longer even cared that Brody could hear me. All I wanted was relief.
Micah pushed me down hard against the chair, and his hand left my hair, reaching around my hip to rub my clit. “Come all over me,” he told me. I shuddered; it was like his permission was the only thing I needed. I moaned out again and again, shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed through my body. I gave myself up to it, to him—and Micah kept pounding me, his hips slapping against my ass, the tip of his cock rubbing against my g-spot while his fingers worked my clit. I was completely, totally helpless, locked in climax.
It was starting to flow away when I heard Micah let out a long, low moan, and then I felt the sticky-slick gush as he came, buried deep inside of me. I moaned again, loving the feeling: dirty, sweet, hot, and so incredibly good that it was like a second—maybe third—orgasm rushing through me.
By the time I recovered, Micah was already behind his desk again, looking as if nothing at all had happened. I pulled my clothes back on and straight; my knees felt like they were made of rubber. I sat down, still a little breathless—but with the sex out of the way, I could remember what I was really there to do. “I need to tell you something,” I said.
Chapter Twenty
Micah
I’d barely gotten over the sight of Sadie, mostly naked, bent over the office chair and panting for breath; in the back of my mind I was still thinking of all the things I could do to her if I could bring myself to take a night off, to bring her back to my place. That trick Lisa talked about, with the one bank guy—taking her pussy while I lube up her ass, working her with a vibrator...making her want it there, making her moan for it. I could tie her up so every bit of her was right where I wanted it and just go at it for hours—mouth to pussy, pussy to mouth, over and over again, letting her rest just long enough to get soaking wet again, playing with her tits…god I could take her over to Niko’s place and get him to pierce her tits, or maybe get my initials tatted on her ass, fuck her after...
“What do you need to talk about?” Sadie looked so fucking prim—like a librarian who never even thought of taking dick, much less gave into her need for it as many times as possible.
“Manny,” Sadie said. I looked at her; she might look like a librarian, but she’d worked her way up in my business, and she’d gotten her brother off the shit list with just a little more than some smooth fucking words.
“What about him? He harassing your brother or something?” Sadie shook her head, and I saw something in her face. “What?”
“It’s big,” she said. “Manny…” Sadie looked down at her hands. “Manny’s been the one stealing from you.”
“What the fuck?” Of all the things I could have guessed she’d say that was not even on the list.
“He and his friends,” Sadie said. “Someone came to me about it since they figured you might listen to me.” They figured or you figured? I stared at Sadie.
“Who?”
“I can’t say,” Sadie said. She looked me in the eyes. “But I believe the person. They said Manny’s set it up so that his friends find out who’s doing the courier work, and then they jump the guy, steal the drugs and the money, and Manny takes the lion’s share.”
“Manny?” I almost could have laughed. “Fucking Manny?”
“I know,” Sadie said. “I know. It doesn’t seem possible.”
“It’s not fucking possible,” I told her. Any thought of taking her back to my place—any night—was gone. “What the hell are you trying to do?”
“I’m trying to help you!” Sadie put on that hurt face that girls pull when they really want to pout at you instead. “This is a serious threat to your business!”
“Manny?” I shook my head. “Listen to me, bitch: Manny has been with me for years. I know him.”
; “Which is why he knows how to get around you,” Sadie said. “He knows your system.”
“Which is why I know I can fucking trust him,” I told her. “You on the other hand? You roll in here when your brother’s the next thing to fucking dog meat and talk your way into paying off his debt with some crazy scheme and the next thing I know…” I shook my head again. “The next thing I know you’re in here every other night, begging for my dick and coming up with fucking ideas.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted from me,” Sadie said. “I mean if you didn’t want my help with the girls you sure went about it the wrong way.”
“I wanted your help with the girls,” I admitted. “What I didn’t want was some snake who thinks she can pull the rug out of one of my top guys because I happen to like fucking her.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” Sadie insisted. “I’m trying to help you with a big fucking problem you’ve got going on.”
“Right,” I said. “Right—the bitch whose brother is still not welcome in the city, who works at the bank and came up with a bunch of schemes to take care of business, wants to help me.” I brought my fist down on the table. “You haven’t done half of the things for me that Manny has and now you want to push him out: why?”