by Parker, Ruby
Mr. Banks continued to speak for about twenty minutes about the particulars of his class before glancing at his watch and abruptly dismissing the students. The pressure of his presence had killed Sara’s concentration for the entire lecture. As she tried to scoot past him, her eyes avoiding him, he stopped her.
“Come to my office,” he said, his voice low enough for only her to hear before he grabbed his briefcase. “Immediately.”
Sara swallowed, trying in vain to clear the lump that was stuck in her throat. She could feel the heat burning her cheeks, just at the simple act of him speaking to her.
Mr. Banks’ mind raced as he waited for the girl to show up in his office. He certainly didn’t need this job, the income from it was paltry compared to what he made at his own company. But he wanted this job. It was a small feather in his cap that he wanted to keep there. If his sexual exploits came to light, the university would quickly find a way to dismiss him, despite his pedigree. He wondered how she had found him here. Was she trying to blackmail him? There was a soft knock at the door of his office. He knew who it was and he forced himself to regain his composure.
“Come,” he said. He waited, his eyes on the door, but it didn’t open.
“Come in,” he said, a little bit louder. Still, he got no answer. He opened the door to find empty air. He poked his head into the hall to find Sara walking away, looking at a piece of paper and scratching her head.
“Sara,” he said, holding back a sigh. She whirled around at the sound of her name and he immediately knew it was a mistake to ask her to come here. She was more beautiful than his memory had told him.
“I wasn’t sure I had the right place,” she said, trying to keep her voice from cracking. “I knocked.”
“What are you doing here?” he said, his voice almost a hiss as he ushered her into his office and closed the door behind her.
“I’m a student,” she said, emphasizing the small stack of books and papers she was clutching. He was so calm and composed it made his presence even harder to bear.
“Are you trying to blackmail me?” he said, his eyes narrowing as he hovered above her.
“Blackmail?” Sara said, her eyes wide at the silliness of the accusation. She couldn’t help the small bubble of laughter that choked up. The idea was absurd.
“Why are you in my class?” he said, his eyes scanning her face. There had to be a reason she was here. She had sat right in the very front of his class, as if to taunt him.
“Because it’s required for my major,” Sara gulped the words out, forcing herself to ignore the way he made her knees tremble.
Mr. Banks had wanted to see her again so badly. Had been prepared to pay a hefty sum to lure her back for just one more night of work. But this was the last place he wanted her to show up.
“You can take it from someone else,” he argued.
“No,” Sara said. Her soft blonde hair swayed as she shook her head and Mr. Banks found it harder to concentrate on the current conversation. “You’re the only one teaching it this semester. We both know that.”
“You’ll have to take it another semester,” he said. There were so many things wrong with him being her teacher. He didn’t even want to think about the consequences if any one were to find out. “There will be other teachers.”
“Look,” she said with a sigh, still unable to hold his steady glare, “I need this course, and it’s too late for me to change it now. I can be adult about this if you can.”
“If anyone ever finds out…” he said, his eyes narrowing threateningly at her.
“You think I want anyone to know?” Sara said, throwing her hands in the air.
He didn’t like it. He knew it was a recipe for disaster. But there was nothing he could do about it. If she refused to leave his class he couldn’t tell his superiors about their relationship without raising some serious eyebrows. He would just have to do his best to remain professional, and hope the semester passed quickly.
Chapter Thirteen
Krista bit through the pain. She couldn’t handle it much longer. She wanted so badly to please this client, so she would hold on as long as she could. If he enjoyed her company, she would move up a tier in the rankings, part of Madame Gwen’s system for assigning the girl’s work. The higher the ranking, the higher profile client a girl had access to.
Dan pulled on the ropes that bound Krista, enjoying with twisted satisfaction the pained look on her pretty face. There were places where the rope had already rubbed her skin raw, and yet, this girl had still not spoken the safe word. He’d only intended to gauge her boundaries, but it would appear she didn’t have any. Even as he poked at the tiny welts that had been left on her skin by the hot wax, she did not cry out.
“Are you getting tired, my pet?” he asked as he grabbed her chin and pulled her face up.
“No, master,” Krista said, with a broken voice. But she was. She was getting very tired, and she needed relief from the onslaught of torturous pleasure.
“Good,” he said, dropping her chin to wrap his hand in her hair. He yanked her head back. “Because I’m just getting started.”
He had both of her hands and feet tied individually to a pulley system that was attached to the walls on either side of them. With the slightest pull he could spread her as far apart as he wanted, leaving her completely at his mercy. He adjusted the ropes so that her arms were pulled away from her body, but her legs were free enough for her to stand on her own. She made a valiant effort to stand, but her knees wobbled.
His eyes stared relentlessly into hers as his hands callously explored her body. Krista had heard from some of the other girls about this client’s preferences. She hadn’t really done a lot of BDSM work before, just some simple handcuff play. But she had somewhat enjoyed those experiences, so she figured she would go a bit more intense. The immensity with which she was liking it both scared and excited her.
The skin of his hands was soft, but his touch was so forceful. His fingers grasped at the swell of her breasts and he squeezed until the pain shot through her. His thumb and forefinger clamped down on her nipple and he crushed it between the well-groomed points of his fingernails, all with a sickly smile on his face.
Krista couldn’t stop the gasping squeal from coming out. She also couldn’t stop the hot desire that settled in her belly. He pulled away from her, and an open palm caught her hard across the cheek. Krista looked back at him with confusion and fear in her eyes.
It was that split second of sickening emotions in a girl’s eyes that he liked to see. It was causing that look that made him hard. He would need to reign in his temptations to tear this little treat apart long enough to break her down first.
His lips crushed hers, and he forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring at his own discretion. His fingers, still clenching her tender nipple, twisted sharply and he enjoyed the little moan of pain that filled his mouth.
“You little whore,” Dan said, his voice cold. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“I…” Krista didn’t know how to answer. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, but she knew he was right. She had to admit that he was stirring something in her that she hadn’t ever felt before. The intensity of it shocked her. All she could do was look helplessly up at him with wide eyes, wondering what he would do to her next.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his eyes narrowing on her as a smirk curled on his thin lips. His hand slid up her thigh, and his fingers took no ceremony in entering her.
“Your body tells the truth,” he said, the smirk widening. His fingers played inside her, forceful and relentless. “You’re dripping wet. With such little attention.”
He suddenly stepped away from her, leaving nothing but a cool brush of air on her over-stimulated naked flesh. Krista whimpered at the loss of his touch.
“I think you are a little too excited,” he said with a sinister twinkle in his eye as he turned his back to her. “I have you for the entire evening, and I intend to get my money’s
worth. Cool down, then we’ll continue.”
Chapter Fourteen
It had been a very hard day for Mr. Banks. A big client that had been with the company for years was considering going to a rival at the end of their current contract. He had tried everything, and short of offering him a losing deal, it looked as though this would be the end of their business together. But this meant much more than losing an important client for the business. This was a sign. A sign that the Board of Directors was right. He wasn’t his father. He couldn’t handle a company like this. He was a teacher and he should just stick with his books and papers. The thought of them being right, and this proving them right, churned in his gut like a ball of barbed wire. He needed something to get his mind off work.
He hadn’t had his nap room cleaned since his night with Sara. The dirtied sheets were still on the bed, ruffled from the activities that had taken place there. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had left it like that. It just felt like the memory would be erased forever when he did. He knew he needed to forget it all. Not for the simple fact that she was his student now, but because he felt ashamed of what he had done. He always did after he ordered a girl. It just felt so cheap and low class. It should have been beneath a person of his caliber, as his father used to say. But he needed it. Needed the release it gave him. Not the sexual release. He was a young millionaire with dashing good looks. He could get women. But they were always after something, and willing to do just about anything for the right price. It was really the same exact thing that Madame Gwen’s girls did, but at least they were open and honest about it. He got what he wanted, and they got what they wanted. There were no strings and complication involved.
Sara was something so different though. He had thought a lot about what she had done. Everything made sense, taking into consideration what he knew to be the cost of tuition at the university where he taught. In some ways, he admired her for it. She had a dream and a vision for her life and she did what she thought necessary to get that.
It was the same thing he had done, in his younger years. His father always wanted him to take over the family business. This company had been built from the ground up by his grandfather. But it wasn’t ever what he wanted to do. He spent as much time as he could in the classroom, finding more knowledge in his teachers than in his father. But his life had taken such a drastic turn around two years ago. His father’s sudden death left no one else that could take over his job. Either he stepped in, or his family would lose the business. He couldn’t let that happen.
He could feel the tension settling on his shoulders. He stretched, trying to relieve it. He pulled opened the bottom right drawer of her desk and pulled out a cell phone. With a sigh, he flipped it open and he hit the speed dial one button, and then pressed send.
It rang two times, as usual, before it was answered by a familiar sultry voice.
“Hello, member 326,” the woman spoke softly. “How can we help you this evening?”
“I want a new girl,” he said. He needed something to take his mind off everything, including Sara.
“Yes, sir,” the woman said. “With the usual services?”
“No,” he said. Tonight he was in the mood for something entirely new. “Send me a surprise.”
“As you wish, sir,” the voice said before the phone hung up.
He set the phone back in the drawer and leaned back in the chair of his desk. He hit the intercom button on his desk phone and waited for his secretary to answer. She was a crotchety old lady that involved herself in his affairs far too often. She had been his father’s secretary for nearly his entire career. She was almost like a mom to him, and as much as he wanted to get away from her, he just couldn’t bring himself to fire her.
“Yes, Mr. Banks?” she said, her old voice crackling. It had taken him months to get her to call him by his last name. Mr. Banks wasn’t always the statuesque picture of athletic perfection that he was now. It was one of her favorite pastimes to bribe him with candy bars while calling him her ‘chubby wubby cheeks’. That had naturally become shortened over the years to ‘chubby wubbs’. She apparently thought that Mr. Wubbs was an appropriate name for him, and it took a considerable amount of persuasion and a pay raise to convince her otherwise.
“You can go home for the evening,” he said. The last thing he wanted was for her to see what he did with his evenings. “Bring in a set of fresh sheets before you do.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, before the intercom clicked off. A short moment later she entered the room with a fresh, folded pile of sheets.
“Working late again,” she said, as she shuffled over to his desk, “your father would be so proud of you Wubbs.”
“I’m afraid not everyone in this company feels that way,” he said.
“Well,” she said, her wrinkled hand resting reassuredly on his shoulder, “you can’t please everyone. I’ll make up the bed for you before I go.”
“No,” he said, standing up from the desk suddenly. “I’ll do it. Just leave the sheets on the counter there.”
“Alright, alright,” she said, holding a wrinkled hand to him. “You don’t have to get so excited.”
“I just,” he tried to cover himself, “it’s late. You should get home. I’m fine here.”
“Ok,” she said, plopping the sheets onto the counter. “Don’t forget to eat yourself some dinner, dear.”
“I will,” he said with a small smile as she shuffled out of the office, closing the door behind her. He looked at his watch. It was late. The girl would arrive soon, and he had to prepare.
Chapter Fifteen
Mr. Banks sat on the leather couch in the middle of his office, sipping at a half full glass of whiskey. He swirled the honey colored liquid while his mind wandered to Sara, as it often had over the past few days. He found it difficult to teach a glass with her watching him, learning from him.
He glanced at his watch. The girl should be arriving any moment. Madame Gwen had an access card for the entire building on file so the girl could come and go without any fuss. He liked to keep things as simple as possible. He heard heels clicking on the marbled floors outside of his office, followed by a soft knock.
“Come,” he said, his deep voice booming around the office. He raised the glass to his lips and took a small sip. The door opened slowly, and two exotic beauties stepped in, closing the door behind them. They silently entered the room and closed the door behind them. One was a lily skinned Asian beauty with shiny blue black hair. The other was Indian, with large chocolate eyes that sat in the middle of a square face framed by long, thick brown hair. They both wore knee length trench coats and black heels. He was intrigued.
“You will remain silent unless I tell you to speak,” he said, more out of habit than anything else.
The girls looked back and forth between each other and back at him. The Asian girl stepped forward with a small bow and a smile.
“So sorry,” she said with a heavy accent, “No English.”
He looked at the other girl with an arch in his brow. She simply shrugged and shook her head. He had to give Madame Gwen’s credit. This was just the thing he needed to take his mind off work, and Sara. A smile curled on his lips as he set his glass on the table and stood up. He beckoned for the girls to come closer to him with a wave of his hand. The girls looked at each other, shared a giggle, and complied.
“What is your name?” he asked the Asian girl as she came close to him. The girl puckered her lips and shook her head that she didn’t understand.
“Name,” he said slowly, pointing at her. Her eyes brightened and her face lit up.
“Kiku,” she said with a smile and a short bow. She looked at the other girl and gave her a nod.
“Jaya,” the other girl said with a tilt of her head.
He grabbed Kiku by the wrist, gently pulling her flush with his body. She was shy, but still pliable to his demands. He put her hand against his chest.
“Undress me,” he said. He moved Kiku’s hands to t
he buttons of his shirt so that she could understand his instructions. She caught on, and worked quickly to remove his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. She kneeled in front on him, a smile on her face as she looked up at him, her fingers fiddling with the buckle of his belt.
“Come here,” he said holding his hand out to Jaya. She put her smaller, manicured hand into his and squeaked in surprise when he yanked her suddenly to him. One hand hooked around her waist, while the other reached for the belt of her jacket. He pulled it open to reveal a toned, olive-skinned body beneath. Jaya bit seductively at her lower lip as she stared up at him, watching as he enjoyed the sight of her.
Kiku managed to get his pants down and was preparing to remove his boxer briefs when he stopped her, his hand wrapping in her silky black hair. He gently pulled her to her feet and removed her overcoat as well. He backed away, admiring the wonderful sight that stood before him. His body reacted readily, already fully prepared to give both girls pleasure.
“Show me what you can do,” he said, sitting down on the couch and picking up his glass. These were beautiful women. But he paid for more than just beauty. He paid for talent, and tonight he wanted the full experience.
Chapter Sixteen
“You are a good little whore,” Daniel taunted Krista with a half smirk on his face as he raked the edge of a long knife against her skin. He pressed the point slowly into her, just barely to the point of drawing blood before he pulled it away. She tried to hide her fear. Tried to act like she was ok, but he could see the truth in her eyes. She feared him, feared what he would do to her next.
Krista had never felt such a rush. The fear worked together with her desire to push her arousal to a new height. Her client had been torturing her for the better part of three hours. He would touch her, play with her, until she was aching to receive him. Then he would make her beg him for it before leaving her entirely unsatisfied to cool down and start the process all over again.