by Jamie Knight
When I knocked on Kane’s door, he called me in right away. He hadn’t shaved, and he looked good enough to eat, sitting behind his desk with the sun illuminating him from behind.
He wore a navy suit and a light gray shirt with no tie. When he saw me, a broad smile lit up his face. Knowing he was happy to see me filled with warmth and want.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said, leaning back in his big leather chair.
I swallowed hard and clutched my star pendant. There was no easy way to say this except by blurting it out.
“I’ve been getting threatening emails. I thought they were from Sloane. They’re not. I confronted her. Now I’m guessing maybe Simon is behind them.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
“Can you forward me the emails?”
“Sure. Melissa is also looking into them.”
I logged into my email account on my phone and forwarded Kane the emails.
“I don’t know where they’re coming from. They’re encrypted and the IP they’re sent from can’t be tracked.”
He clicked on his inbox.
“I have the best email support department in the world. If anyone can find out who’s sending these to you, they can. For now, I want you to take a few days off and spend it at my Hamptons house. Don’t come into the office until we get to the bottom of this. I have many enemies, and I don’t want them coming after you to get to me.”
“I’m not running scared or hiding away. Besides, I’m meeting with Linda tomorrow to talk about my future at McKenzie Technologies. And she needs a report about some accounting inconsistencies I found. I think I’ve been able to pinpoint them. We’re paying a couple of hundred thousand a month to a company called Investpex, but I haven’t found any documentation to back them up.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I wasn’t aware reviews were due, and I also wasn’t aware you were investigating any accounting inconsistencies. Ray and his team are already aware. Pass over everything you’ve found to him.”
“Finding and plugging holes is one of my specialties. No one asked me to do it; I found it when I was checking some databases and cross-referencing them. I’ve already forwarded them to Linda. As for the reviews, she likes to give us monthly updates on how we’re doing. It’s an informal thing.”
“I see.”
He rubbed his hands together and then ran them through his hair. I could tell that this whole thing was making Kane nervous.
“I’ll talk to Linda and explain I need you to work off-site for a few days, and if she has an issue, she can take it up with me.”
I frowned and shifted in my seat.
“I’d rather you didn’t do that. There are so many rumors about me right now. What with Simon losing his job, and me being your mentee—”
“Do you think I care who knows about us?”
He stood and came around his desk.
“I want to shout it from the rooftops. I want everyone to know how much I care about you. You’ve gotten under my skin.”
His declaration surprised me.
“Aren’t you afraid of what people will say? They might accuse you of manipulating me and abusing your power.”
“I don’t give a shit what people say.”
“I do.”
“People are going to say what they want no matter what. You can’t control anyone else; you can only control yourself. You’re going to stay at my house for a few days, and when I’m confident that you’re not in any danger, you can come back to the city. When you’re gone, I’ll arrange for your apartment to get packed up. Move in with me.”
“What? Move in with you? I don’t know… This is all moving so fast.”
I leaned back into my chair and looked up at him. His chocolate eyes were wild.
He grasped my hands and squeezed.
“Do you care about me?
“You know I do.”
“Then say yes.”
The smart and sensible thing to say would be to say no, that I needed time to process all of this, but where Kane was involved, all my common sense flew out of the window.
“I would love nothing more than to wake up with you every day and go to sleep with you every night,” I told him.
“I’m glad we’ve got that sorted.”
He turned around and tapped his desk.
“It’s about time we christened my office, don’t you agree?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kane
Reese tapped the tip of her tongue against her upper lip.
“What do you have in mind?”
I stepped back and took her in from head to toe. Right now, she looked every bit the professional, corporate employee, but she wouldn’t look like that for much longer.
“You’re too overdressed for what I have in mind. Stand by the window while facing me and slowly undress.”
Her eyes widened.
“What? But everyone will see me.”
I quirked an eyebrow at her shock.
“Don’t pretend to be coy or shy. That night in my basement, you were thrilled at the thought of people seeing you, weren’t you? Don’t even think about lying to me.”
She nibbled her lips and hugged her arms around her body.
“That was different. It wasn’t in front of windows with the entire city as an audience.”
“We’re fifty-plus floors up. The windows are tinted on the outside. From the amount of time you spend staring up here from the pavement, you should already know that.”
She wrinkled her nose.
“You know I do that?”
“I know everything. I watch you every morning when you come to work. I watch how you sip your coffee in contemplation before you come into the building. How you give the pendant hanging around your neck a quick squeeze while muttering something. Don’t forget, there are cameras everywhere.”
“Promise me no one will be able to see anything we get up to in here.”
Her blue eyes flashed worriedly.
“It doesn’t matter if anyone can or not,” I said with a shrug. “You should know by now to do as I ask or face the consequences. Remember what happened last time?” I drummed my fingertips against the top of my desk. “Your chastity belt is right here. Only this time it won’t be for twelve days; this time it’ll be for a month. Is that what you want, Pet? A month of no orgasms?”
She shook her head, and her eyes widened.
“God, no. I don’t think I could live through that hell again.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I crossed my arms and gave my head a slight nod.
“Why are you still dressed? Take everything off.”
“Sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir,” she said, adding a terse salute.
Her playfulness never ceased to amuse me but now wasn’t the time to show her how much her mischievous ways affected me—melted me. Now was the time to show her I was the one in control. She didn’t need to know that all she had to do was ask me for the moon and I would get it for her.
I wasn’t in love with her. No. I wouldn’t allow that to happen, but I cared for her deeply. Perhaps one day I would be brave enough to allow love to happen… perhaps.
With her arms still wrapped around her body, she cautiously moved towards the window directly behind my desk.
“Why so shy, Pet?”
The timid, hesitant behavior she displayed was something I was beginning to understand. It was her pattern. When I would ask her to do something out of her comfort zone, she would waver and mull it over.
But slowly, her excitement and curiosity always got the better of her until she let her needs take over. That was when she lost control. That was when she bared her soul to me.
“Remove your jacket,” I instructed, “then your blouse, followed by your skirt, then your bra and then your panties, but keep your stockings and shoes on.”
Taking a shaky breath, she shucked off her jacket and dropped it to the floor.
“This isn’t a dorm room; pic
k up your jacket.”
She rolled her eyes like a scolded teenager, but nonetheless, she did as I asked. After hanging her jacket over my couch, she made her way back to the window. I sat down and swiveled my chair around so I could watch her every movement.
A personal striptease while overlooking Central Park—life couldn’t get much better.
My hardening cock agreed.
Slowly, teasingly, she unbuttoned her blouse and peeled the silky material off one shoulder and then the other. Before her shirt fell to the floor, she caught it and made a show of placing it on top of my desk.
Beneath her shirt was a sheer white bra that showed off her plump, pink nipples. The rapid beat of her heart made her voluptuous breasts quiver. The star pendant she never took off, hung between the valley of her breasts.
I motioned a finger in her direction. “Skirt.”
Reaching behind, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pencil skirt and wiggled her hips, causing the material to slide down her legs. As with the blouse, she laid her skirt on top of my desk.
Lace topped stockings covered her long, toned legs and a sheer thong that matched her bra left nothing to the imagination.
Arousal glistened from her protruding lips. She might have acted like she was shocked at the suggestion of stripping in front of the window, but she was more than turned on by it.
“Widen your stance, Pet. Let me see what’s waiting for me between your legs.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Once widened, a teardrop of arousal trickled down her inner thigh. Powerless to resist, I reached out and caught the tantalizing teardrop.
I brought my fingertip to my lips and sucked. Closing my eyes, I savored her tangy taste. Soon, when she was flat on her back over my desk, I would taste a lot more than a trickle.
Opening my eyes, I said, “Bra and panties.”
With a seductive smile, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The straps fell down her arms. She caught them between her fingers before they fell and then dangled the cups a few inches from my face. As always, her scent was an intoxicating one.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” she asked, her voice husky. “Let me see your body. Let me see how hard I make you.”
“Reese,” I reprimanded, sharply.
She was pushing the limits, and she knew it. Even if I felt like turning into a sex-starved caveman, I had to keep some semblance of control.
“Sorry. It’s just—”
“Do you want me to rip your panties off and spank that sweet ass of yours?”
She raised an eyebrow and then giggled. It was a stupid question to ask.
“Rip them off, Sir. Use your teeth.”
Her nipples contracted, and goosebumps dotted her skin, and fuck, even though I wanted to turn down her request, I couldn’t—I wouldn’t.
I got on my knees and hooked my hands around her hips.
“What have you done to me?” I asked, placing my lips against her soft stomach.
“The same thing you’ve done to me,” she whispered.
I bit through the waistband of her barely-there thong and tugged. The fabric tore with zero resistance, and her response was an intense yearning, moan. The scraps of fabric fell from my mouth to the floor.
I lowered my head, and she laced her fingers through my hair, pressing me down, silently telling me what she wanted from me.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
This wasn’t what I’d planned.
I was the one who was supposed to be in control, and yet I wasn’t.
The scent of her pussy was something I had to taste. Had to lap up and drink down. Using my thumbs, I opened her folds and swiped them up and down. Fuck she was soaked—saturated. Lowering my head, I licked her clit and flicked the distended nub back and forth using the tip of my tongue.
In response, she dug her nails into my head, and I didn’t mind the pain, I welcomed it.
“That’s it. Please don’t stop, Sir.”
While continuing to lick her clit with feather-light strokes, I moved my thumbs to her opening and rimmed the entrance.
“Sir, Oh, God, Sir.”
My dick jerked and pressed against the fly of my pants, but I was enjoying myself too much to take it out. I would deal with the discomfort for a while longer.
Moving my thumbs further back, I pressed one ever so slightly against the puckered hole of her ass.
Her legs trembled, and she cried out, “Fuck.”
I leaned back and glanced up at her euphoric face.
“Are you ready to take me in the ass, Pet? Are you ready for me to take that virgin hole and slide my cock deep?”
“Fuck yes,” she hissed.
I tapped my thumb a few more times against her ass knowing full well how sensitive and responsive that part of her body was. “Not yet, but soon. We’re building up to it.”
“Don’t tease me like that,” she said, sounding frustrated. “It’s so unfair.”
I chuckled.
“You have no idea how unfair I can be.”
“Oh, please. I was the one who wore a chastity belt for almost two weeks, remember.”
“I’ll never forget it. But your punishment can be much worse. Now, place yourself across my desk. Keep your feet on the floor and spread your legs wide.”
With a wobble, Reese did as I asked. She lay across my desk with her ass on the edge and her feet on the floor. I relished how much her legs shook with intense desire. I relished how much her pussy watered with need for me. A need I would soon fulfill.
Still fully dressed, I sat on my chair and maneuvered it until I was in front of her. I leaned back and admired the pretty view. And what a view it was. The sight of her was something I’d never tire of. I’d never tire of her swollen pink folds, or her dusky skin engorged and ripe for me. Never tire of watching her inner muscles clenching, weeping, and pleading for me.
From the way she writhed and squirmed, I could tell she was getting desperate.
“What do you want, Reese? What do you want from me?”
“I want you to fuck me over your desk. I want you to spray your cum over my body. I want your cum in my pussy. I want you to make me gush. I want you to do whatever pleases you.”
She moved her hands to her inner thighs and spread herself wider. “Fuck me please.”
“There’s something I want to do before that.”
I leaned forward, draped her legs over my shoulders, then buried my head between her legs.
I sucked her clit hard, trapping her nub between my teeth. Reese’s ass lifted off my desk, and she pressed herself against me, her vocalizations weren’t subdued or held back, she voiced every piece of her pleasure.
“It’s too much. It’s not enough,” she cried. “It’ll never be enough.”
Her hips thrashed. Her fingernails scrabbled against the desk seeking something to hold onto.
Her breasts quivered, her nipples creased, and she threw her hands behind her head, grabbing for the edge of the desk.
She would explode at any moment, and damn, I needed to feel her release. I slid three fingers inside her and curled them against her inner walls, coaxing the orgasm out of her.
“I’m coming,” she cried.
When her orgasm hit, she screamed so loud I was surprised the glass within a three-mile radius didn’t shatter. Her inner walls clamped against my fingers and she squirted her release all over my hand and chest.
If I could have, I would have swallowed every drop of it down. After the last spasm shuddered through her, her body sagged, and the only sound in the room was the sound of her labored breaths.
“I don’t think… I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that in my life.” She caught sight of my disheveled appearance and giggled. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Never be sorry for how your body releases,” I said, unable to stop smiling. “I’m glad I’m able to make your fantasies come true.”
I took her hands in mine and helped her sit up.<
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“What can I do to make your fantasies come true?” she asked.
“You already have. And more. Now turn around. I’m going to take you from behind, but I have to warn you, it’s going to be fast and rough. I’m ready to erupt.”
“I love fast and rough.” Turning around, she pressed her to tits against my desk and wiggled her ass in the air ready and ripe for the taking.
“Are you going to fuck me in the ass? Come deep inside me?”
“Not yet, pet. The night I take your anal virginity, it’ll be slow and drawn out. Not a quick fuck against my desk.”
“So not fair.”
I spread her ass cheeks wide. Her puckered hole was already lubricated from her orgasm, and fuck, it was tempting to go there, but she wasn’t ready for something the size of my dick in her ass.
My cock lurched urging me to take her there, urging me to sink into her deep, dark hole, but I wouldn’t go there, not today. I grasped my shaft and guided myself to her still twitching pussy.
I placed the head inside her opening, and we both groaned at the pleasure assaulting our senses. Immediately, her inner muscles clamped down, sucking me into her warmth.
I gritted my teeth against the increasing need to shoot my load. Not that it would help. This would be a fast and furious fuck, but I would make it up to her later. Once she was living with me, I would have her whenever and however I wanted, and I intended that to be often.
Impatiently, she pushed back against me. I gripped her hips, and without mercy plunged deep.
“Is this what you want, Pet, is it?”
“Fuck. Yes. Harder. Deeper.”
She moved her fingers between her legs. Usually, I would’ve stopped her, but today I allowed her to play with herself.
I pounded hard, letting my thoughts go where they wanted. In a matter of seconds, the pressure in my balls sought its relief. And for a nanosecond, the world splintered, and I came inside her. And I kept coming and coming. Hammering into her as if my life depended upon it.
In what seemed like no time, it was over, but still I didn’t stop moving. I continued to thrust and thrust and thrust. My dick showing no signs of softening.