by Leah Kent
Quinn had always heard that the first time was supposed to hurt, but when he slid inside of her all she felt was pleasure. Bennett's cock felt thick against her tight walls, but she trusted him. In moments he'd buried himself in her as deeply as he could go, both of them panting. There was a moment of stillness before he spoke.
"Are you a virgin?"
"I reckon not anymore."
He laughed. The sound was clear and deep, like plunging into a deep pool of water. Quinn's heart picked up, and he looked down at her with that sly humor still spread across his face.
"Then let's make it a first time to remember."
Bennett pulled back, the length of his shaft threatening to part from her before he pushed back in again. Quinn gasped and tensed, feeling her body tighten around him. When their bodies met once more she let herself go, grinding carefully against him to bring sensation back to her throbbing clit. Bennett felt good. Too good. What she felt for him had to be abnormal, but she was too busy focusing on how full his unprotected cock made her feel to dwell on the thought.
The thrusting continued, gradually gaining speed until he was working into her at a steady pace. Each time he pushed down into her Quinn gasped, and each time he pulled out she had to choke back a moan. Although he gripped her by the hips and held her lower body up without breaking a sweat, she hooked her legs against him to try to take some of the strain away. Soon the position wasn't enough for either of them.
After a particularly hard thrust, Bennett withdrew. Quinn looked up at him from the floor, bleary eyed and craving more. That couldn't be all, could it? She'd been so far from finishing.
"Up," he rasped. Quinn unlocked her legs from his sides, but before she could attempt to move he'd already risen and had reached down to grab her. Despite her weight, Bennett scooped her up as though she weighed nothing. Quinn gasped, unaccustomed to such treatment. But just as quickly as he'd picked her up, he set her down again. The wooden countertop of the island met her chest and stomach. Bennett stood behind her, bracing her hips as he slid his cock along her dripping sex.
"You're beautiful," he told her. The skirt of her dress laid across her back, leaving her ass exposed. As self-conscious as she was about her appearance, Bennett's words rang true. With a push he returned inside of her, and Quinn moaned and tucked her head against her folded arms.
From this angle the pleasure was different. Quinn felt his cock more clearly, and it pushed against her in different spots than it had before. Bennett was quick to establish his rhythm, and Quinn was quick to discover that his cock now pushed against her in a place that left her desperate for more. From how he had her laid out, all she could do was perk her ass and squirm while he bred her from behind. Bred her. He was breeding her. The thought sent a shiver down her spine and she pressed back against him that much harder.
"Cum in me," Quinn gasped. The way he hit that spot inside of her that left her throbbing and desperate for more, and the knowledge that he wasn't wearing a condom only amplified the feeling. As she panted and breathed and squirmed he moved inside of her, working himself that much closer to the end. But before he could reach that point, her end arrived.
Quivering, tense and relaxed all at once, Quinn felt her orgasm overtake her. The walls of her sex tightened and spasmed around his cock, milking it for the seed she wanted. Over and over his length hit that sweet spot inside of her, preventing the ripples of her climax from dying. Bennett forced her to ride her pleasure until he found his own end. Broad hands pushed her down onto the surface of the wooden table as he sunk deep into her. The length of his cock twitched and pulse as it shot its load. And then there was stillness. Both of them were left panting in the aftermath of orgasm.
Quinn turned her head slowly to look back at him. As Bennett's erection waned he pulled free from her, leaving her feeling empty but satisfied. There was a glow about him now that she hadn't seen before. A kind of happiness, had she to guess, better than what she’d seen back in the diner that one time at lunch. Now more than ever he looked alive.
"So," she considered the words carefully, feeling too weak to move. Bennett helped her, scooping her up from the table as he had from the floor and holding her bridal style in his strong arms. Quinn wrapped her arms around his neck loosely and with affection. "I'm just a simple girl, Bennett Cromwell. Be straight with me and tell me what this means to you. I don't want to be lead on."
When she had finished speaking he smiled at her. The expression was warm and handsome, and she felt her heart sing that she'd brought it out of him. Bennett was good. Bennett would do her right.
"What it means to me is that I've found myself a beautiful southern bell, and I have no intention of letting her go any time soon."
"And I have no intention of straying from you, Bennett Cromwell. Not for as far as I can see."
And Quinn thought she could see for a very, very far distance. Would there be difficulties? She was sure of it. But Bennett had won her heart with his bravery and the connection they shared, and she hoped he never gave it back.
Mr Bryton’s Rules
Isabella Dane
Island Cove Publishing ©2016
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Chapter One
Trin followed the young woman as they wound their way through the stacks of boxes in the loading dock. Men working forklifts and packaging smaller parcels into larger containers noted their presence with a quick glance, but said nothing. The area smelled of oil and sweat, and the constant hum of machines and beeping vehicles filled Trin’’s ears.
She had forgotten how loud a place like this could be.
Her father had recently retired from another shipping company, where he had worked for over thirty years. Trin’s fondest memories were of joining him for Daddy-Daughter Work Days. She had fallen in love with the business, and when she graduated high school, she decided she would go into this field. Her father was proud of her. He still was, even though she was interning with his company’’s largest competitor.
Bryton Shipping was one of the largest international shipping companies in the world. Alexander Bryton built the company from the ground up. It started as a simple New York courier business. According to stories, the young man who took it over from his ailing grandfather applied his ambition to it, and turned it into a giant.
Mary Lawrence, the tall and stately young woman that Trin followed now, was Mr. Bryton’s personal secretary. She was a stern woman with a firm handshake and a cool, professional demeanor. Trin found her somewhat intimidating. Trin was surprised when she instructed her to simply call her Mary.
They stopped before a pair of elevators. Mary pressed the up button and turned around. The din of noise still surrounded them, making any speech impossible. The elevator doors opened, and realizing that
they could not hear the ding, Trin gestured to Mary. She nodded and stepped inside. Trin followed.
When the doors closed, the noise disappeared. As the elevator moved upward, Trin allowed her ears to adjust to the quiet.
“You don’t have to go through there every day, of course,” Mary said. “I wanted you to see the shipping dock so that you had an idea of the volume of packages that come through this location every day.”
“It’s amazing down there,” Trin said.
“You’ll be in the upper offices. I’m still working on getting you matched up, so for now, you’ll be sitting in one of the general secretary desks. She’s out on maternity leave, so you won’t be in anyone’s way.”
“Thank you.”
Trin was anxious to start her first day. This would be her life this semester. She was almost through her degree, and ready to start her career. At least, she believed that. Walking through the loading dock, however, had given her a different impression. She was no longer looking at a place like this through the eyes of a child. She was looking at it through the eyes of a young woman who had studied management, international trade laws, and time management. What once looked like chaos to young eyes was a careful dance choreographed by the way those and many other factors wove together.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened to a bright, open floor. A blonde receptionist with a friendly smile greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. Trin followed Mary through the lobby and down a hall to another open area, this lined with several desks.
“This will be your desk,” Mary pointed to an empty one with everything neatly appointed. A computer monitor, keyboard, and mouse sat next to a desk calendar displaying the current month. A mason jar of pens, some with flowers on the ends, sat next to a telephone and intercom speaker. Mary drew Trin’s attention to an office door. She could see a cluttered desk through the glass wall, and another door on the wall adjacent inside. “That is my office. Mr. Bryton’s office is inside as well. Before I leave you to get started, do you have any questions for me?”
“What do you need me to do this morning?” Trin asked.
Mary gestured to the other desks along this open area. Trin turned to see six women of varying ages, all with an eager look in their eyes. Trin suddenly felt like a gazelle about to be pounced by a pride of lionesses. “They will catch you up.”
Mary turned and walked into her office, closing the door behind her. The other secretaries stood and came over to her, holding small boxes of cards, stacks of letters and envelopes, and stuffed manila file folders.
Trin spent the day fulfilling various requests. She did not imagine this would be her life working as an intern. She prepared letters, filed away client folders, sealed invitations and delivered them to the mail room, and anything else the other secretaries had to get done, and simply did not have the time to do themselves. The work was tedious and often boring, but it moved the day quickly. Trin almost missed that lunchtime had approached until one of the secretaries invited her to eat with her. She accepted gratefully, thinking that it was nice to be included in something social as well.
Lunch was pleasant, and helped her accept the work she was given with much better spirits. She moved quickly through the different tasks until five o’clock. What she did not finish, she locked in an empty drawer of her desk, so that she could return to it tomorrow. With a goodbye wave to Mary, she followed the secretaries out, listening to them chat about their day and their plans for the evening.
The next day was more of the same for Trin. She arrived to three boxes of invitations, all of them for an important event that one of the shipping managers had planned. Trin finished her work from the previous day and began working on getting the invitations folded and addressed. She had barely scratched the surface of the work when more showed up at her desk, filing, form letters, and other small tasks.
Trin accepted everything with a smile and the assurance that it would be done as quickly as possible. The busy work might be aggravating, but it was obvious that they needed the help. Every time she glanced up, the secretaries were busy about other tasks. Besides, anything that she did to make things run smoother in the office was another positive tick on her evaluation at the end of the semester. While getting hands-on experience filling out manifests and putting together proposals would be nice, what her instructors would want to see were the evaluations she received.
To them, that was the bottom line.
Chapter Two
On Wednesday, Trin was ready for the busy work. She came in with a smile on her face and her earbuds in her purse. She decided she would put one bud in an ear, leaving the other open to hear anyone call for her. She would be able to get her work done to a little music to help alleviate the tedium.
No boxes or stacks of paper waited for Trin on the desk. As Trin set her purse down, Mary peered out of her office.
“Trin, I need to see you please.”
Trin walked over to Mary’s office, feeling a little nervous. When she glanced back at the secretaries, none of them looked too happy.
Was I not supposed to help them with so many tasks? It never occurred to Trin that she might be hurting them by taking on the extra workload they had to handle. If they were not working according to expectations, however, Trin supposed that could be a problem.
Trin stepped into the office and sat down in one of the chairs. Mary finished typing at her computer and gave Trin a smile.
“You’ve really impressed everyone,” Mary said. Trin relaxed. She and the secretaries were not in trouble then. “Everyone has had nothing but praise for you so far this week, and your ability to stay on task is good.”
“Thank you,” Trin said. “I was afraid I was doing too much to help.”
Mary shook her head. “No, and no one out there is happy with me right now, but they’ll get over it. I’m going to bring in a temp to assist. I hadn’’t realized just how overloaded everyone was without Julie here.” Mary paused. “That’s the woman whose desk you’’re at.”
“The one on maternity leave,” Trin said.
Mary nodded. “Yes. Now, I’m going to be taking you down to meet Cody Roberts and his assistant Lacy Miller. Cody is one of our shipping managers. He deals with our Asian clients primarily, which matches up with your own goals, so I think you’’ll learn a lot working with him. He keeps Lacy busy with meetings and preparing for seminars, so you’ll still be doing busy work, but both of them know to show you actual business stuff as well.”
Trin smiled broadly, feeling excited about her internship again. “Thank you so much.”
Mary stood, and Trin followed. “Thank you. We’ve had mixed results with interns in the past, and before I teamed you with a manager, I wanted to be sure you would be up to the work.”
Mary led her out of the office and down the hall, through the lobby with the brightly smiling receptionist, and into another hall. They stopped at a corner office, where Mary knocked on the door before opening it.
An older woman in her mid-fifties looked up from a stack of papers on her cluttered desk. She had deep black hair, smooth brown skin, and a rounded face. Trin saw a second desk in the wide office that was clean and neat. She assumed that would be her desk.
“Lacy, this is Trin Goodall. She’s going to be working with you and Cody,” Mary said as they stepped inside.
Lacy stood up and walked around her desk. She offered Trin a hand before speaking. “Is that Trin as in Trinidad or Trinity?” Lacy’s voice danced with the staccato rhythm of someone who moved from Spanish to English.
Trin smiled. “Trinidad. My parents went there for their honeymoon.”
“I’m going to guess you came along about nine months later.” Lacy gave Trin a broad smile and Trin blushed.
“Lacy, please don’t scare away the only good intern we’ve gotten in three years,” Mary said. She looked from Lacy to Trin. “Lacy isn’t shy, but you’ll get used to it, I hope.”
Lacy gave a bright laugh. “She’ll be fine
. You just missed Cody, though. He ran across the street for his breakfast. Apparently he pissed off his wife again and she won’t cook for him.”
Mary rolled her eyes.
“Welcome to the soap opera,” Lacy said. “Don’t worry. You’’ll have fun.”
Lacy led Trin to the empty desk. Trin realized she had left her purse behind and looked to Mary.
“I’ll have someone bring down your purse. You get situated,” Mary said. She turned and walked out of the office.
Lacy introduced Trin to her daily activities. She spent her early morning finishing anything important from the day before and pulling any manifests for shipments that would be coming through that day. Speaking quickly, she showed Trin how to read the Bryton shipping manifests. Trin was thankful the sheets were laid out intuitively; otherwise, she would have missed something important. Lacy seemed to have no need to breathe in the middle of talking.
When Cody entered the office, Lacy introduced them quickly before returning to her explanation of their day. When she finished, she handed off several items for Trin to begin working on. Some were letters that would need to be put together; others were the previous day’s shipping logs to be filed away.