by West, Jade
“I hope that little pussy is wanting to stretch for me all over again,” I said. “I’m going to make you open up so fucking hard for me, little girl. I’m going to make you take it all.”
The dirty little minx eased her hips forward as I grazed my thumb over her lacy knickers. She was wet. Really fucking wet.
The scent of her was divine. My mouth was slavering for a taste. But I shouldn’t. I really fucking shouldn’t. Not with a whole building full of staff out there daring to head on through at any time.
“Is that what you like?” she whispered, pressing against my thumb. “You like it when it’s tight?”
I figured now was a good point for my honesty to match the easiness of hers.
“I like it when I spread you wide fucking open,” I told her. “I like it when I make you stretch and strain and hurt to take me. I like it when I tell you to be a good girl and spread your legs nice and wide, even though your cunt is struggling to fucking handle it.”
Holy fuck, she fucking liked it. She rubbed herself against my hand with a desperate little mewl.
“That’s what you want?” she whimpered. “You want to stretch me?”
My voice was sin. Pure fucking sin. “I want to stretch you so fucking hard, little girl. I want you to take it all, every fucking thing I give you. I want you to spread yourself open and let me force my fist all the way in that tight little pussy until you’re begging me to stop. That’s my sweet little virgin girl, giving me that cunt even though it hurts. Even though you’re so fucking tight it makes you cry out.”
Her breaths were frantic. She gasped as I hooked my fingers inside her knickers and slammed three of them deep into that slit. She was a perfect vice, squeezing hard.
“I’ll take it…” she whimpered, bucking against my hand even though it must have throbbed like a bitch. “Please, Mr Lindon. I’ll take it all, I promise…”
She had no idea what she was signing up to. None at all. But she soon would.
“You’ll come to mine tonight,” I told her. “You’ll tell your parents you’re staying at Holly’s for a girly movie night, and you’ll come over to mine wearing your uniform under that sweet fucking coat again.”
She nodded, breathing faster as my thumb picked up the pace on her clit.
“You’ll come to mine in the uniform and you’ll give me those sweet little holes like a good girl. You’ll be feeling me for days after and you’ll be thanking me so fucking much whenever it hurts.”
“Yes…” she hissed. “Yes, please…”
She was getting there, riding closer to the edge, and my cock was throbbing, wanting a piece of that pretty little snatch right there.
Her snatch or the other road to fucking bliss.
“Show me that pretty ass,” I told her, and pulled my fingers free with a slippery squelch, and she did as she was told. She turned her back to me and pressed up tight to the desk, that backside coaxing me so fucking hard.
I was ready for it. So ready to take my fill.
But I couldn’t. I couldn’t take anything. The whole heady episode was smashed down in a heartbeat as my office door handle sounded out its regular opening screech and in swung the door.
And there she was. Miss Enter Without Fucking Knocking.
She was carrying paperwork, so we had two seconds flat for Faith to jump away from me, and she did. She jumped right out of the way and put her attention on my monitor screen, breaths still ragged when Erica looked in our direction and narrowed her eyebrows.
“Have I interrupted something?” she asked in her bitchiest sneer, and I questioned all over again why the hell she was still working with me.
“Just an impromptu meeting,” I snapped. “None of your fucking business, in fact.”
“It’s always my fucking business,” she said. “This whole office is my fucking business, Miles, and so is that office junior over there.”
“You can head back to your desk now, Faith,” I said as calmly as possible. “Thanks for answering my questions.”
Her nod was so quick, and so were her footsteps as she shot out of there, casting me only one final glance before disappearing from the Tate glare in a heartbeat.
I wasted no time in getting down to my response.
“Faith is no fucking office junior,” I snapped. “Don’t you dare speak to her like one.”
“Oh, right,” she snapped back. “So she comes in bleating and whining and crying the victim to you, does she, and suddenly she’s no little office junior? She was laughing like a pathetic little high schooler, Miles. I pulled her up on it. So fucking what?”
I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about and my expression must have said as much.
“She didn’t come here playing the victim?” she asked. “Oh, please. Of course she did.”
“I don’t have the faintest fucking idea what you’re bleating on about,” I told her.
She pulled her favourite snide face. “This morning, out there in the corridor, she was laughing like a sad little moron and I told her in no uncertain terms that she should stop being one. I’m allowed to demand professionalism in the workplace, after all.”
“You criticised her this morning?” I asked. “She was laughing and you told her she shouldn’t?”
“Damn right I did. I told her to be a fucking professional and leave the stupid giggling for the school yard.”
And so it made sense. Faith feeling she’d let herself down in her work responsibilities somehow.
I got to my feet, and Erica was taken aback by the genuine fury in my face, I could see it. I could fucking feel it. She looked uncharacteristically uncertain. Not quite at her full sense of self-assured bullshit.
“Don’t you ever even dream of criticising that girl in this workplace again,” I snarled, and this wasn’t bluster, or a lack of patience or a ringing out of some clash of personalities.
This was the truth. This was a warning. This was me.
She was quiet for a few long seconds, staring dumb until I resumed my seat, and then she recoiled, full of empty bravado as she jabbed her finger in my direction,
“That girl has you wrapped around her little finger!” she sneered. “She’s playing you for a fucking fool, Miles, little princess perfect. What are you going to buy her next? A fucking yacht? A pony for her back yard?”
“It’s none of your fucking business what I buy her,” I said, wondering where the pissing hell she’d heard about the car purchase from.
“See if you’re still saying that when little miss gold digger has milked you dry like a total fool before heading off to uni.”
I laughed out loud at that. “Faith isn’t a gold digger, Erica. She’s just a talented young woman trying her best to learn the antiques trade.”
“Then you really are a fool, Miles,” she snapped and stormed back to the office door. “A serious fucking fool.”
“I meant what I said,” I assured her before she left. “If you criticise Faith in this workplace again, there will be some serious fucking words exchanged between us. Don’t risk finding out.”
I wasn’t fucking joking either, and she knew it. She really knew it.
She didn’t give me the finger when she left today, and it was just as well.
My Erica Tate tolerating days were fast reaching their end.
It’d been a long fucking time coming.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Faith
How the rest of the day at the office crawled by. I kept myself as busy as possible, and out of Erica’s way as much as possible, but still she scowled across at me every time she caught my eye.
She hated me. Truly. For whatever imaginary crimes I’d committed, she really did hate me.
Still, I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My heart was soaring sky high and struggling to stay under wraps without me bursting like a crazy girl and running squealing around the office. I kept my breaths steady and my fingers busy at the keyboard and pushed myself to focus, and then, eventually, I was
on my way home with a frantic call to Holly being put in en route.
“We’re a thing,” I told her. “An actual couple thing, until uni. I mean, we’ll need to keep it quiet or risk being boiled alive and that’s a shit scary risk for the taking. But still…”
She squealed for me. Actually shrieked down the phone and told me I was so crazy fucking lucky, and I was squealing too, bouncing on the spot like I’d won the lottery when the universe decided to send Dad on by in his car. He was heading home from the property office and saw me. He couldn’t not. Jumping up and down like an excited toddler at the side of the road.
His stare said a lot. Enough that my heart did a weird little thump and my belly did one to match, because he was suspicious of something and I could read it a mile off. Like he used to be when I was tiny and he knew I’d done something bad.
“What is it?” Holly pushed. “Why so quiet?”
“I’m going to need your help,” I told her, instinct taking over, and roped her along for the journey.
Sure enough Dad was certainly looking suspicious when I arrived home after him. He was already in the kitchen with Mum, talking about something that had them shutting up when I stepped on through. I tried to give my most easy smile, but it was hard. I was tossed between scared and buzzing wild, worried that they were going to see right through me and put a stop to my adventure before it even started.
“I’m going out tonight,” I said. “With Holly. We’re having a movie night at hers.”
Dad’s stare was intense. “With Holly?”
I nodded. “With Holly, yeah.”
It was a horrible moment standing there as they both looked over at me. I leaned into the kitchen units as though this was natural, but it wasn’t.
I was a young teenager all over again, asking if I could go out to the park after dinner when it was getting dark outside. I was the young girl who wanted to go play catch in the street outside when there was nobody around to watch me playing.
Dad’s sigh was really pissed at me, and I felt guilty, even though I’d really done nothing wrong.
“Are you sure it’s Holly you’re out with tonight? Nothing you want to be telling us?” he pushed, and I shrugged.
“Yeah, it’s Holly,” I told him, hating how I was lying but unsure what the hell else I was supposed to do about it. “She’s coming round in a minute to hang out here before we go.”
I was so relieved when my plans with my fantastic bestie seemed to be enough to ease the tension.
“Fine,” Dad said. “I’m sure you girls will have a good evening.”
He made to head through to the living room, but I felt the flare up in my belly. The flare up of needing more than this baby girl setup here.
“I’m eighteen years old now,” I pointed out, like it needed saying.
Dad turned around and fixed me in a glare.
“Yes, you’re eighteen. And at eighteen years old, you should be responsible enough to make the right decisions in life before heading off to university. I shouldn’t need to be telling you to keep yourself in line before that happens.”
I felt so dumb. So dumb and so stupidly young.
“What decisions?” I asked him. “What do you think I should be doing that I’m not?”
He folded his arms and stepped closer. “It’s more what I don’t think you should be doing, Faith. I’ve heard there’s plenty brewing at that office of yours.”
I had to take a deep breath, cheeks burning up so hard. “What do you mean brewing?” I asked, so petrified he’d found out somehow.
But he hadn’t.
He really hadn’t.
“Don’t you dare even think of getting tangled up with Stephen Jones before heading off to Warwick.”
I sighed with relief, unable to hold it in. “You’re worried about me getting caught up with Stephen from warehousing? You think that’s what’s brewing?”
His scowl was still super hard and Mum’s expression was so worried to match.
“Yes, I’m worried about you getting caught up with Stephen Jones from warehousing,” he said. “I’m worried about you getting caught up with anyone before taking such an important next step in your education.” He paused and looked at Mum. “We both are.”
“Be a good girl and be responsible in your actions,” Mum joined in. “We both need that from our little sweetie. You make us so proud, Faith. Don’t let us down.”
Her tone was so nice. So warm. So my mum.
I hated the pang it gave me. I really did want to keep making them proud.
“I’m not getting caught up with Stephen Jones,” I told them, grateful I wasn’t lying. “I never will be.”
They both breathed out in relief, although Dad didn’t look quite so convinced as Mum did.
Just as well I had Holly coming over to keep the curtain over the true reality of the situation.
As if on cue, she knocked on the back door and came marching on in, and the spell was intact, both of them saying hello to her before we headed on upstairs and out of earshot.
“Shit,” she said when we were safely in my bedroom. “That looked pretty tense down there.”
“They think I’m hooking up with Stephen from work,” I told her, and she laughed.
“They’d be looking a damn sight more pissed if they knew who you really were hooking up with. He’s one of their super best friends, right? As well as your dad’s boss?”
I nodded, and she laughed again.
“Wow. It’s gonna get real damn messy if that shit comes out.”
She wasn’t joking. It would get insanely damn messy if that shit came out, which was why it was so crazy important it never did. For everyone’s sake, not least Miles.
I pulled my uniform back out from the rear of the wardrobe and Holly gave a weird little whistle.
“Really does like the schoolgirl thing, then? Those porn vids weren’t lying.”
I shot her a wicked glance as I stripped out of my work stuff. “No, they weren’t lying. But there’s more.”
I’m sure my grin must have been bright enough to scorch when I leaned right up close to her and told her about the things he wanted.
I told her about the way he wanted me to strain to take him inside me, and how he liked that. Liked me being tight and having to try so hard to fit him all the way in.
How he wanted me to be a naughty girl who was hurting but begging for it, like a filthy little slut.
Her mouth was wide open when I stopped talking, eyes wide to match.
“Jeez, Faith,” she whispered. “That’s one seriously edgy guy you’re getting involved with. You really sure it’s what you want?”
I didn’t need to answer that question, my grin said it all.
“Wow,” she said. “You’re up for weirder shit that I am. I’d be over and out at that crap.”
But I wasn’t over and out. Not even close, and wouldn’t ever be.
“I’ve got until university,” I told her, before grabbing a towel for the shower. “I’m planning on making the most of it.”
“By taking his whole fucking fist up your pussy? Sounds like quite a summer holiday.”
I laughed out loud at that and so did she, and then I showered. Showered and shaved and shampooed, and made myself as ready as I possibly could do for Mr Lindon and our first night of us. Officially us. Even if it was only temporary.
Once again Holly helped me get ready and hide my outfit under my bulky coat. Once again I was so grateful as she helped me out onto the street without Mum and Dad knowing anything was different.
She parted from me sooner this time, with a big warm hug before she went on her way.
“Have a great time,” she said. “I really do hope you enjoy the freak and his dirty games.”
“I’ll keep you updated,” I laughed, and squeezed her back. “Thanks for everything.”
Her giggle was amazing as she pulled away. “Somehow I think there’s gonna be a whole lot more sneaking around the place to come this summe
r. I think I’ll be a regular addition to your escape plans.”
I waved her off, wishing with a sigh that there was some way in this crazy world that I could actually be a grown up in my family. A grown up who really was free to fall in love with a man and be free to do whatever she wanted. But no. There would be no way my parents would ever accept that. Especially not with Miles Lindon.
And that was sad. Sad enough that I’m sure my heart would be panging over it plenty in time to come.
But not tonight.
Definitely not tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Miles
I hadn’t done this in years. I felt like I was revisiting my foolish teenage self when that knock came at my front door, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
It was thrilling. Easily addictive.
She took a step back at the force at which I opened the door, and she was smiling her most beautiful smile, at full radiance to match the grin I was offering her.
“Come inside, princess,” I told her and she stepped on in.
I was well aware of the scent in the place. A pasta dish with the very finest spices, hopefully tasting even half as good as the effort I’d put into it.
“Yes,” I said, in response to her quizzical expression. “Believe it or not, I’m not expecting you to present yourself here and offer your pussy straight up for a pounding. I do enjoy your company as a sweet little conversationalist as well, you know.”
I was joking and she knew it. Her giggle was divine.
“Smells really good,” she said, and I gave her my thanks.
She came on through to the kitchen and I asked for her coat to hang up. Sure enough she was dressed up for round two in her glorious Arlock Academy uniform and my dick leapt to a fresh new tier of want.
“Gorgeous,” I told her. “Just as well we’re having dinner first, or I might have to slam that tight little asshole of yours from now right through until morning.”
Her blush was its usual perfect sweetness. “Yes, please,” she said. “I hope it’s going to be quite a night.” She bit her lip with the next giggle. “Glad you like the outfit.”