Sadie
Micah somehow managed to look even more dangerous in my bedroom, and I was acutely aware of the fact that I was standing only a few feet away from him, dressed in nothing more than a flimsy robe. “Surprised to see me?”
“Considering that a little more than twelve hours ago you didn’t even know I existed? Yeah, a little surprised,” I replied, pulling the robe around me tighter. “You didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to see me again when I left your office last night.”
“That was before I got the intel on you,” Micah told me. He glanced around my room like he was sizing it up, and I wondered just what criteria he used to judge it. “Once Manny found out about you, I figured I could use a bit more information straight from the source.”
“What have you found out?” My mind reeled over the possibilities. What could someone like Micah Rintley have found out about me in less than twenty-four hours? What kind of resources did he have? Who had he been talking to?
“I know you work at First Savings and Trust,” Micah said, a gleam in his bright, cold eyes. “What do you do there?”
“I’m just an administrative assistant,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t handle any of the money—just run of the mill stuff.”
“But you work with the actual bankers, don’t you?” I looked at Micah more closely.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “Why? What does this have to do with me getting your money back?”
“Tell me about them.” Micah sat down on the edge of my bed and I immediately felt uncomfortable. But then, it wasn’t as if there were a lot of places in my room to sit—and Micah seemed to be interested in a long conversation.
“I only really work with about half a dozen of the bankers,” I said, shrugging.
“So tell me about them,” Micah repeated, more firmly.
“What do you want to know? I mean—names, addresses, what they do in the bank?”
“That’s a start,” Micah said.
“There’s Jack Harrow, Nate Blanchard, Paul Rothkin, and Harold Neems,” I said.
“How old are they?” I frowned; that was an odd question to ask—but then, all of the questions coming from Micah were odd.
“Jack and Nate are about thirty, maybe thirty-five,” I said. “Paul is forty, Harold is forty-two.”
“Single, married?”
“Jack and Nate are seeing people, Harold is divorced, Paul is married.” Micah pressed his lips together, thinking, and I couldn’t help but keep wondering what he wanted that kind of information for.
“What do they do in the bank? Just regular management stuff, or are they responsible for accounts?”
“Harold is in charge of new accounts for business, and Nate works with him; Jack is in wealth management, Paul is in personal accounts.” Micah’s eyes widened and I saw the briefest hint of a smile on his face.
“Do they take clients out?”
I shrugged. “Jack does, and Nate usually goes to dinner with clients. Sometimes Harold takes bigger fish out on the town for dinners—pricey places with cigar bars and thirty-year-old scotch.”
Micah nodded slowly. I’d seen some of the receipts; I’d had to file them and submit them to accounting for reimbursement or other things.
“You’ve seen the kinds of places they usually take clients out to?” I shrugged.
“I mean, I’m sort of the gopher for them, so yeah,” I admitted. Micah smiled slowly. I realized that he was looking me up and down, and once again I felt acutely aware of the fact that I was only not naked by a technicality; all that kept me from being fully exposed to the big boss was a thin layer of fabric that wasn’t even really properly closed. My skin was still damp underneath the robe, and I hadn’t bothered to dry my hair all that thoroughly.
“You said there were about half a dozen people—you only gave me four names,” Micah said.
“The other two in the department aren’t really big folks,” I said. “It’s Ken and Liam; they don’t deal with clients though.”
“How many clients do the other guys usually handle? How often do they take on new clients, or at least—how often do they take their clients out?” I thought about it for a moment, trying to put a little bit of distance between myself and Micah, almost instinctively. I hated the sight of him sitting on my bed, hated the fact that he seemed to take up way more space in the room than a human being should be capable of.
“I mean—they’re always looking for new clients,” I said. “One or another of them is out with clients at least once a week each.”
Micah nodded, looking—for a second—even more pleased, and I felt even more uncomfortable than before. Why did he want to know about my coworkers? I fidgeted, feeling uncomfortable, and caught the movement of Micah’s eyes toward the hem of my robe. He was definitely just as aware of the fact that there was not much keeping me from being naked.
“Which departments did you say they worked in again?”
I resisted the urge to smile. As uncomfortable as I was with Micah in my room, only a few feet away from my almost-naked self, the fact that he was distracted by my near-naked state was actually a little thrilling. Maybe if I play my cards right, I can get him to knock off a little more of Chris’ debt, I thought. It wasn’t likely I’d be able to talk him into getting rid of another thousand, but maybe a few hundred? And every bit that I didn’t have to go from one address to another collecting was worth the risk—wasn’t it?
To my surprise, I felt my body starting to heat up at the idea of seducing Micah. I tried to tell myself that it was just because I had—I thought—a little bit of power over Micah, that it was the thrill of that, and not because I had any kind of attraction toward Micah himself.
I fidgeted again, letting the hem of my robe shift a little bit, and Micah looked again, not even quite realizing that I hadn’t answered his question. I told him again, slowly, what departments the guys I worked with were involved in; but really I was watching him. I could see the ridge forming at the front of his pants—I could see the look in his eyes. He wanted me. I made myself move a little closer to him, and I caught the sound of Micah’s breath just barely hitching in his throat. He definitely wanted me. Maybe I could make that my advantage? I met Micah’s gaze and loosened my robe just slightly. “I was wondering why you were here…” I leaned toward him, letting my robe fall just a little bit more open. I had completely forgotten about my brother and Manny in the next room, about everything but Micah right in front of me.
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Micah
My dick was hard as a rock in my pants as I watched Sadie fidget and move. When Manny and I had come to “visit” her and her shit-for-brains brother, I hadn’t even thought about sex; I’d been completely focused on the business possibilities her job represented. But seeing her in the flimsy, tiny little robe, and getting her alone in her room, had brought back memories of the night before: her helpless moans, how tight and wet and hot she’d been, wrapped around my cock, the fact that she’d come so hard she’d gushed all over me. The sight of her bent over my desk, her ass in the air, her tits hanging down.
I hadn’t quite been able to shake the memory of her, even when I’d gone home the night before. When I’d taken off my clothes to go to bed I’d caught the scent of her and had to shower—which had led to me jerking off to the thought of keeping little Bamber’s sister as my own personal toy. And now here she was, standing only a few inches away from me with next to nothing on. Fuck. Just as hot as yesterday. Hotter, somehow.
The way she was fidgeting made me think she was already wet—and I wanted to reach right up and finger her to find out. I wanted to feel her pussy flex around my fingers, hear her gasp and see that little look of shame on her face mixed with the knowledge that she wanted it and wanted more. I could turn you into a slut in a day, I thought, picturing it in my mind as Sadie went on about one or another of the guys in her office.
She let her robe fall just a little bit open above the sash, and I reached down to adjust my pants. Bitch knows exactly what she’s doing, I thought, feeling the heat pooled at my groin, my cock throbbing and aching from how hard it was. I grinned a bit to myself. Did last night give you a taste of something you like? I unzipped my jeans, watching Sadie intently. I saw it: the little flicker of triumph in her eyes. Ah-ha! She wasn’t just interested in another dose of dick from me—she thought she could use me, maybe manipulate me with her pussy.
I stood up fast as I could and caught Sadie by the wrist, throwing her onto the bed and pinning her down with the wrist over her head. “You think you’re in control here, don’t you?” I found her other wrist—she tried to get it behind her, under her back, but I tugged it free, wrenched it without even caring whether or not I hurt her. “You think your pussy is so good you can make me do whatever you want?” Sadie shook her head and I chuckled. “Maybe I should test your mouth this time…” I pressed down on both her wrists with one of my hands, and reached up to press the fingers of my other hand against her lips. “I’d love to watch you choke on me and swallow every... fucking... drop…” I pressed harder and her lips opened; I shoved two fingers into her mouth. “Show me what a good little cocksucker you could be.”
I felt Sadie tremble, and then her tongue started up against my fingers, her lips tightening around me. I pressed my hard cock against her leg, rubbing a little. The feeling of her mouth wrapped around my fingers was so goddamn hot. For a second I almost decided to go ahead and fuck her mouth.
I pushed my fingers as deep as she could take them, right up until I felt the back of her throat spasm, and then pulled back, sliding them out from between her lips and letting her saliva smear against her mouth and chin. I smirked. Shit: imagine that, but with the come all mixed up in it, more than she could swallow down, and the look on her face. Sadie looked scared and turned on, and I loved it. I pulled her robe completely open, unknotting her sash in one quick movement, and cupped her pussy. Just like I thought, she was already wet—soaking, in fact. I rubbed along her slick folds until I found her clit and felt her shiver. “You actually want my dick in you, don’t you, little Sadie?” I rubbed her harder, slid one of my fingers down to push it into her.
She moaned, her hips twisting under me, her arms shaking, her legs tight. “I—I just want…”
“You want to be fucked like the little slut you are,” I told her, leaning in and biting her neck. “You’d love it if I shoved my cock in you right now.” I added another finger and Sadie made a little noise that was somewhere between a no and a moan, but she couldn’t lie to me—she was only trying to play hard-to-get because she didn’t want me to know how much she wanted it, because she wanted to use me. But the evidence was absolutely plain. “I felt you come all over me last night,” I told her, biting her earlobe just hard enough to make her cry out. “Your tight little pussy milked my cock like you wanted me to never stop.”
“No,” Sadie said, shaking her head. “I just wanted to help…”
“Just wanted to help your brother?” I laughed. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and worked her pussy with three fingers, loving how tight and hot and wet she was, wrapped around me. I wanted to feel her just like that, tight around my dick—but Sadie and I needed to come to an understanding about her place in life. “Maybe at first, but now…” I ducked down and claimed one of her nipples with my mouth, sucking and licking it before I bit—carefully—hard enough for her to almost shriek. “Now I think you want to be mine.”
“I don’t—I don’t belong…” she shook under me like a leaf. “I don’t belong to anyone.” I snorted, rubbed my fingers along her inner muscles until I found her g-spot, and felt her whole body tense.
“You belong to me, little Sadie,” I told her, rubbing against that spot again and again, even while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She cried out, straining against my grip on her wrists, trying to pull free. “Enough of this,” I said. I slid my fingers out of her all at once and brought them to her mouth in one move. “Clean them.” I saw the resentment—the humiliation—in her face, and shoved my fingers past her lips. “Clean. Them.” her tongue flicked against my fingertips, and I grinned at the thought of making her clean her fluids off of me. I worked my fingers in her mouth a little bit, imagining her sucking my cock instead.
I took my fingers back and got my cock free of my jeans. Sadie—almost completely naked underneath me, legs spread, tits trembling from how hard she was breathing, face red with humiliation and how turned on she was—might as well have been begging for it. “Beg me to fuck you,” I told her, rubbing her pussy with the heel of my palm for a minute. “Beg me to shove my cock inside you.” Sadie shook her head, but a little whimper left her lips. I plunged two fingers inside of her. “Beg me, little slut.” I pulled them out and felt her shake. I wanted to just go for it—my cock felt like it was about to explode if I didn’t fuck her—but it was even more important to make her know her place. I rubbed her clit for a moment and then stopped.
“Please,” she murmured, clenching her teeth. “Please—please fuck me.” I ducked down and claimed her other nipple with my mouth. Her tits were spectacular; I would love to have hours to play with them, maybe fuck her mouth and then shoot my load all over her chest, watch it drip down to her pert little nipples, make her lick it off.
“Beg for my cock,” I told her again. I rubbed against her leg, reminding her of it, easing some of the throbbing ache in my balls.
“P-please shove…” She cringed. “Please shove your cock inside me.” She’d never had anyone make her beg for it—she’d always gotten away with making other men beg. Well: she was about to learn.
I grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up and out, and pushed my cock inside of her all at once. Sadie’s pussy tightened around me right away, hot and wet and greedy. I pulled almost all the way out and then thrust into her all the way again, pounding into her hard and fast as I could, holding her exactly where I wanted her: arms over her head, hips trapped so that all she could do was take me. Sadie gasped, head falling back, eyes fluttering closed, and I gripped her wrists harder. “Open your eyes,” I told her. “I want you looking right up at me while I fuck your tight little pussy.” Sadie made a noise between a whine and a moan and I thrust harder, feeling her getting wetter and wetter, her muscles flexing around me.
“F-fuck,” Sadie was obviously trying to keep quiet; we couldn’t have that. I smirked down at her.
“You love this,” I told her, letting go of her leg to rub her clit while I pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, trying to find her g-spot with the tip of my cock. “You know you’re already my little slut, don’t you?” I bit her neck again, and Sadie let out a little cry. I actually risked a quick kiss on her lips—I could taste her fluids still on her tongue. “You’ve been thinking about how my cock feels inside you all this time, and how much you fucking want it, haven’t you?” Sadie shook her head. I reached up and pinched one of her nipples. “I could do whatever the hell I wanted to you right now and you’d come all over me.”
“N-no,” she murmured. “I’m just... I just…”
“You’re mine,” I told her again. “I can feel you squeezing me, trying to make me come inside you.” I slowed down just a little bit—enough to be able to hold out for a while longer—and pinched her again. I felt her muscles flex around me in reaction. “You can’t lie to me, little Sadie. Your whole body belongs to me.” I could feel her moving, her body twisting, hips pulling and shifting, trying to get it the way she wanted it—I started pounding into her harder. “Say it,” I told her, already feeling my self-control starting to fade. “Say you belong to me. Say you’re mine.”
I kissed her again, hard on the lips, and I felt the shake in her body when my cock hit her g-spot. “I’m—I’m not. I don’t belong…”
I bit Sadie’s bottom lip, grinding it between my teeth; not enough to make her bleed but enough to hurt. “Say it.” I hit her g-spot again and then pulled almost completely out, leaving her shaking. I slammed into her again, biting the side of her neck. “Say you’re mine.” I worked her hard and fast until she was gasping, moaning, getting louder; I could feel the way she was tightening around me, I knew she was right on the edge. “Say it, Sadie.”
“I’m yours,” she murmured.
grinned to myself; it was hard not to come right then and there, but I held back, pounding her steadily, just enough to keep her at the edge without letting her get satisfaction.
“Louder,” I told her. I wanted her brother in the next room to hear it—and I wanted her to know that her brother was going to hear it. Sadie shook her head and once again I pulled out almost completely. “Do it.” I pushed into her, balls deep, and she shuddered, her legs tightening around me.
“I’m yours! I’m yours, I belong to you…” I rubbed her clit steadily with my fingers as I fucked her hard and fast, pounding up against her g-spot.
“You’re my own personal little slut,” I told her.
“I am,” she agreed, straining against my grip on her wrists, her whole body moving to try and take me. I couldn’t hold back anymore; I could feel my balls about to explode. But I didn’t have to. The next time I drove up against her g-spot, I felt Sadie’s whole body tense, felt her shudder, and then she was gushing around me, coming hard around my dick as she moaned like a perfect little needy slut.
I groaned and emptied into her, pounding her until I finished coming, until I couldn’t move another second.