by Mia Ford
“Thomas!” I screamed. “Help me, they’ve got me tied!”
Thomas pulled a gun from his waistband and pointed it at Andy. “Untie her,” he said in a low voice.
Andy began to move and Thomas pushed the gun closer. “I wasn’t talking to you, fuckface,” Thomas growled to Andy. “I was talking to Hannah.”
Hannah sniffed. “I don’t know why you’re angry at me,” she said. “I didn’t have anything to do with this.”
“I’m not taking the gun away from this fuck,” Thomas growled. “But Hannah, I swear to god. If you don’t move and untie June right now, it’ll be the last thing you never do.”
Hannah’s face paled and finally she stepped towards me with a pair of scissors. Hannah twisted the chair around and squatted behind me, slicing the plastic ties from my wrists. I yelped in pain as the scissors grazed my delicate wrists, but I knew deep down that it was nothing compared to the pain I would have endured if Thomas hadn’t shown up to save me.
“Fucking cunt,” Hannah snarled. She untied my ankles and I sagged, sliding off the pain and colliding painfully hard with the wooden floor.
“June, get behind me,” Thomas ordered.
Whimpering in pain, I crawled across the floor and flung myself in a corner of the room.
“You ruin everything,” Andy hissed to Thomas. “It’s not fucking fair. I had her first!”
Thomas narrowed his eyes and laughed dryly. “No, you didn’t,” he said. “You don’t know the first thing about June.”
“I’ve had a crush on her for a year!” Andy roared. “And just as she was starting to show some interest, you had to show up and ruin everything, you fucking bastard!”
Thomas shook his head and snorted. “You really are pathetic,” he said. “It’s pretty fucking sad how you went apeshit because June here didn’t want anything to do with you.” He pushed the barrel of the gun against Andy’s chest.
Andy let out a yelp of fear. “Don’t hurt me,” he said. “I didn’t do anything to her, I swear!”
Without turning away from Andy, Thomas asked: “June, is that true?”
Hannah glared at me but I licked my lips and spoke anyway. “No,” I said in a soft, shaky voice. “Andy and Hannah paid two men to kidnap me off the street and drug me. When I woke up, I was here, tied to the chair.”
“Oh, you sorry bastard,” Thomas said. “You’re so pathetic you had to hire someone to kidnap June?”
Andy nodded and stammered. “I…I couldn’t do it myself,” he said.
Thomas shook his head and laughed dryly. “You’re a sick fuck, and you’re going away for a long time,” he said. He jerked his head to the side. “Go sit,” he told Andy. “I need to keep my eye on you while I deal with Hannah.”
Andy gulped. After a few moments and another prod from Thomas’s gun, he walked slowly across the room and sat down in the chair.
“Hannah,” Thomas said coldly.
“What?” Hannah batted her lashes. I felt sick to my stomach as she walked over to Thomas and stroked her hand down the center of his chest.
“Why the fuck would you do something like this,” Thomas growled.
“For you, baby,” Hannah said. She licked her lips. “I thought that as soon as June was out of the picture, I could have you once and for all.”
“So you could destroy my company?”
“What?” Hannah narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Cut the innocent bullshit,” Thomas said. “I know what you’ve been doing.”
“Thomas, I’d never—“
“Shut up, Hannah,” Thomas said. “Or should I say, Megan?”
Hannah looked startled. For once, she opened and closed her lips with nothing to say.
Just as Thomas was about to speak again, uniformed men darted into the room.
“New York City Police!” One of them shouted. “Everybody freeze!”
I couldn’t take it any longer. I passed out.
Chapter Eighteen
Thomas
After the cops showed up, it was all a blur. June was taken to a nearby hospital where she was checked for injuries…thankfully, it turned out to be nothing more serious than a few bruises and lacerations. Hannah had given her wine laced with a power sedative, but June was able to sleep it off.
Hannah and Andy were both apprehended by the police and taken downtown, where they were thrown in jail. Despite feeling exhausted, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep. So I went to a bar downtown and drank most of the night, then slept it off. Now I was on my way to pick up June from the hospital and take her home.
I couldn’t believe it, but I was actually nervous at the thought of seeing June again. Obviously, I had some major explaining – and apologizing – to do. I swallowed a lump in my throat and pulled up to the hospital carport.
June was waiting outside with a nurse. She looked pale and tired, but otherwise just as beautiful as ever. She was still wearing her dress from the night before. As she climbed into the passenger seat of my car, I noticed she was avoiding my gaze.
After a few torturous moments of silence, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“June, please, talk to me.” I said as I pulled away from the hospital.
June’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?” I narrowed my eyes and reached a hand into her lap. June stiffened at my touch.
“You hate me now,” June said flatly. “And I don’t know what I did, but I’m really sorry, Thomas.”
I sighed heavily. “I don’t hate you at all,” I said. “I…I love you, June.”
That got her attention. June’s head snapped up. She pushed her black hair over one shoulder.
“What?”
“I said, I love you,” I repeated. “I really do, June. I love you so much.”
A tear rolled down June’s cheek. “Then…why did you act like that last night?” She asked softly. “Why did you treat me like that, Thomas?”
I sighed. “There won’t be an excuse good enough to justify how horribly I treated you,” I said. “And I can assure you that it had absolutely nothing to do with you, June. You’re perfect, just the way you are.”
June sniffled.
“Please don’t cry,” I said. “I’ll explain everything. Do you want to come home with me, or your apartment?”
June let out a hiccupping sob. “My apartment,” she said softly.
“Okay. Then that’s where we’ll go.” And if my Porsche gets ruined again, fuck, I deserve it, I thought as I turned towards Brooklyn.
Thankfully, Angela wasn’t home. I waited patiently in the living room while June showered and changed into yoga pants and a loose-fitting shirt. She still looked adorable as ever. When she was through, I gestured for her to crawl into my arms.
“So, the other day, I did a background check on Hannah,” I said slowly. “After I fired her, I noticed that almost all of my longtime clients wouldn’t speak to me.”
June sat up and narrowed her eyes. “Why not?” She asked softly. “What happened?”
I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. “Because Hannah wasn’t who she said she was,” I said. “She was actually impersonating someone else. Her real name is Megan Callahan, and she’s been gunning for billionaires since she was a teenager.”
“I don’t understand,” June replied.
“I don’t either,” I said. “But Megan was linked with the deaths of Richard Moss and Archibald Kramer.”
“Those were…”
“Two of the richest men in New York,” I said grimly. “Hannah, or should I say, Megan, had been chasing after them and trying to get married rich. She lied about her age – I thought she was in her early twenties, but she’s actually been doing this for over ten years.”
June swallowed. “And she hated me because she thought I stole you?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m so sorry, June. When I got to dinner last night, I’d just gotten the results back a
bout Hannah’s true identity.”
“How did she know Andy?”
I sighed. “I’m guessing she stalked you,” I said. “And as soon as she realized that there was someone interested in you, she made him an offer. I’m guessing she probably paid him to try to take care of you. Andy, although what he did can’t be forgiven, was just a pawn in all of this.”
June’s green eyes went wide. “I can’t believe it,” she said softly. “I can’t believe someone would be crazy enough to do something like that.”
I sighed bitterly. “I can,” I said heavily. “Especially someone as demented as Hannah. She’d been working for me since the beginning, when my ex thought I should hire her.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “But I’m a total heel, and I have no excuse for treating you that way. I didn’t want you to know until I’d taken care of everything, and I had no intention of scaring you off.”
June nodded.
“I just didn’t want to tell you over dinner,” I said, groping desperately for excuses. “Especially because you were so happy about your job.”
June nodded again.
“Please,” I said. “Please, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance, I’d be the happiest man in the world.”
June bit her lip. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
June flushed, finally looking a bit like her old self. “In the car,” she said softly. “When you said you loved me. Did you mean it, Thomas?”
I pulled June into my arms and kissed her deeply. “Yes,” I said passionately. “I meant it, June. I love you. I love you, deeply.”
“I love you,” June purred into my mouth. My tongue slipped between her pink lips and June moaned softly as I licked the inside of her mouth. She tasted like toothpaste and I pulled her into my lap.
“Is Angela going to be gone for a while,” I murmured into June’s mouth.
She nodded and squirmed in my lap, the lush cheeks of her ass squishing over my thighs. My cock twitched and stiffened. I need her, I thought. I need to be inside of her right now.
“Do you trust me?” I whispered.
June looked deeply into my eyes. “Yes,” she said softly.
Taking June by the hand, I led her into her cluttered bedroom. It smelled soft and faintly musky, like the unwashed sheets of a little girl.
I sat on the edge of the bed. “Take off your clothes,” I said.
June locked her green eyes with mine and flushed hotly. I raised my eyebrow as I felt myself starting to sink into my dominant headspace. June licked her lips, then crossed her arms over her body and pulled her loose shirt over her head. The sight of her pale breasts with their perfect pink nipples made me growl with lust.
June didn’t break my gaze as she hooked her thumbs into her yoga pants and tugged them down her pale, slender legs. When she stood in front of me clad only in panties, I licked my lips.
“You look good enough to eat,” I said softly. “And I’m going to teach you something today.”
June’s flush went from pink to deep red. She nodded slowly as she tugged her panties down. Immediately, the scent of her freshly-washed pussy filled the room. My cock throbbed in my pants and I felt like it would explode if I didn’t fuck her right then and there.
“Now lie down on the bed,” I said softly. “And spread your legs.”
June nodded. She flushed but obeyed, crawling on all fours and giving me a perfect view of her pink pussy and ass.
“Now put your arms up by the headboard,” I instructed.
June bit her lip but did as I commanded. I kept my gaze locked with hers as I loosened my tie and crawled on top of June’s naked body. I could feel the heat rising off of her sweet skin and it took every ounce of my strength to stay professional and calm.
With my tie, I loosely bound June’s wrists to the headboard.
“I love you,” I said again, leaning down and pressing my lips to June’s. She purred and moaned, arching her back and stretching her body towards mine.
I ran my hand down June’s chest and gently tweaked one of her nipples. She cried out in pleasure and I lowered my mouth to her body, taking the stiff and swollen flesh into my mouth. With one hand, I pushed her thighs apart and crawled between them. June moaned as I slid my fingers down her taut belly and gently massaged her labia.
“I should’ve had you keep your panties on,” I said in a quiet, cold voice. “That way I could see your beautiful slit through the wet fabric.”
June’s face turned bright red and she gasped in pleasure as I ran my fingertips over her swollen, soaked labia. She was already so wet that a small puddle had formed underneath her hips, and as she spread her legs, I could tell that her clit was throbbing with desire.
“I bet my little submissive slut wants me to touch her,” I said, slipping a finger inside of June’s pussy and wriggling it back and forth.
June went mad. She thrashed and moaned, shoving her hips towards mine. As I pleasured her, I was very careful to avoid her clit. I wanted to pleasure her, but not give her the earth-shattering orgasm that she so desperately craved. Not until I was ready.
“Please, Sir, touch me,” June moaned. “Please touch my clit.”
I chuckled and pulled my finger out of her sopping pussy. With June’s electric green eyes locked on mine, I slipped my finger into my mouth and licked every bit of her sweet juice away.
“You taste delicious,” I purred. “But it’s very naughty to ask me for favors when you’re in this position, June.”
“Yes, Sir,” June moaned weakly.
“But you’ve been a very good girl, and I want you to know it,” I said softly. Spreading June’s labia with one hand, I crawled between her legs and sniffed at her soaking cunt. “You smell so good,” I added. “And your master wants to reward you for being such a good girl.”
June nodded. Her face was bright red and shiny with sweat as I reached forward and gently massaged her clit, moving the tip of my finger over the surface and flicking the hard nub of flesh as gently as I could.
June writhed and moaned as my finger gently stroked her erect clit. I was kneeling on the bed, between her legs, stroking her very softly at a rapid rate. I could see the blood rising to the surface of her pale skin, making her look more appetizing and sensual than ever.
“June,” I crooned as I gently flicked her clit with my thumb. “I like this. I like this response.”
June blushed furiously. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said softly. The way she said ‘sir’ sent a bolt of desire straight to my cock. She was born to be a submissive, and she looked absolutely perfect trussed up on her own bed.
“I’m going to teach you about something important,” I said slowly as I crawled off the bed and stood. Walking over to where June’s head lay on the pillow, I reached out and stroked her face. “Watch me,” I commanded. “I’m going to teach you how to pleasure me.”
Climbing off the bed, I stripped out of my shirt and kicked my trousers to the floor. When I was clad only in boxers, I licked my lips. June was staring at me with obvious desire. I grinned. She wants me bad, I thought. And I want her in a way I’ve never wanted a woman before.
“Yes, sir,” June responded. Her green eyes were wide with lust and I could tell that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Without breaking eye contact, I dipped my fingers into the waistband of my silk boxers and tossed them on the floor. My cock bobbed free, ecstatic to be one step closer to June’s magnetic pussy.
I climbed on the bed and straddled June’s chest, shoving my hips forward until my cock was brushing her lips.
“You’re going to open your mouth,” I said slowly. “And I’m going to put my cock inside. Then, I’ll train you how to suck me perfectly. Do you understand?”
June gave a quick nod of her head. She opened her lips and I saw that she was shaking.
“Good girl,” I praised her, steadying myself with a hand on the headboard. As June
opened her lips, I put the head of my cock inside her warm, wet mouth. The touch of June’s hot tongue against my cock was heaven and I groaned as she licked me enthusiastically.
“Not quite so fast,” I said, my voice sounding strained as I rolled my hips back and pulled my cock out of her mouth. “Put your lips over your teeth and suck me gently. Then, swirl your tongue over the head as you suck.”
June nodded. She did as I said, then craned her neck forward and once again took my cock in her mouth. The sensation of her virgin mouth wrapped around my stiff erection was incredible, and for a moment I had to think of something unpleasant so I wouldn’t blow my load right in her mouth. June closed her eyes and gently swirled her tongue on the underside of the head of my cock. It felt incredible – I could tell she was thinking about every move she made, every gesture – and somehow her attention to detail made me feel like I was about to burst.
“Bob your head up and down on my cock,” I instructed her. “Normally, when you’re giving me a blowjob, you’d use your hand and wrap it around the base of my cock, like this,” I said, reaching down and wrapping my hand around my shaft. “Then, you’d move your hand up and down in the same rhythm while moving your lips and tongue over my head. Understand?”
June nodded. A thin trickle of spit dribbled out of her mouth and I reached down to wipe it away from her chin. She looked so beautiful and innocent with my cock in her mouth. Lust flared in my body at the sight of my perfect secretary giving me a perfect blowjob. As June began to bob her head up and down over my erection, I arched my back and threw my head back, reveling in the ecstatic sensation that was washing over my limbs.
I let her continue until my cock was soaked with her drool. When I pulled away and climbed off the bed, June swallowed hard and watched me, her eyes not leaving my face.
“Now, I’m going to pleasure you,” I said slowly, walking back down to her feet and running my hands up her leg. June squirmed and wriggled as I played with the insides of her thighs, dragging my fingernails along the sensitive skin. I loved seeing the faint lines of red that appeared on her pale skin as I worked my hands on her.