More than a Job: The Complete Series Page 2

  “Thank you,” he says, as if there is anything to thank me for. He is paying me, but I sense that now is not a good time to mention that. Besides, I am enjoying myself. It does not feel like work when he touches me.

  I hold him and kiss his hair, running my hands absently up and down his back. He is hard again quickly. This time, though, he goes down on me first. His tongue flicks over my clit and I arch my back, desperate for more. When he sinks his tongue into me, I yell and I worry what the driver must think. I claw at his back and beg him to stop before I explode. The mischief in his eyes has returned when he looks at me.

  “You want me to stop?” He asks. His cock is poking out of his pants and I go for it, swallowing it whole. His thrusts meet me as I move my head. His hands pull on my hair and I thank God for my lack of a gag reflex. My body is so hot. I cannot fight the desire to be taken over completely. He sticks two fingers inside of me and uses his thumb on my clit. I am shaking and the seat beneath us is wet with my juices and our sweat. I swallow when he comes again and we rest. His fingers lazily tease the lips of my pussy while I catch my breath. He doesn’t let up and I like that he gives me this much attention.

  I reach for my champagne. I have never had sex like this. The last few days have been a blur. I imagine I will never be late for work again with this kind of job. He is breathing heavy and his face is flushed, but he looks happy. I hand him his champagne, which he drinks quickly and then his fingers are at work again. He tickles the walls of my vagina with his forefingers and I almost come right there. My glass falls from my hand and I lean back against the seat.

  “Are you satisfied?” he asks.

  “Mmm,” I moan. I imagine we are done and we will spend the remainder of the drive in this pleasant lull, his fingers keeping me at the edge, but without the need we experienced earlier. So I am surprised when he moves closer and turns me over, pushing me down onto the seat. This time, he removes my skirt and panties completely. My naked ass is exposed and he rubs it. I gasp when he smacks it, but it just gets me wetter. He pushes my legs apart and waits between them. I feel him moving in between my legs, getting himself ready to go one more time. His penis grows against my leg and he is soon teasing me with it, slipping only a bit in and waiting for me to beg. In it goes and then back out until I am pushing my ass toward him. I can’t see him but I imagine he is grinning.

  He slips the head in again and then pulls it out quickly. “No,” I plead.

  He leans over and nibbles my earlobe. “What was that?”

  “Stop teasing me.”

  He licks my neck and cups my breasts. “Was I? I was not aware that I was.” In and out it goes again and I am dying. I need him and I need to be ravaged.

  “Stop.”

  “I think, Miss Niven, that we need to review your job duties. I am pretty sure it your job to please me. I don’t recall saying anything about pleasing you.”

  In and out and in and out. My nipples are hard and I am in agony. I can feel the pulsing of my cunt. “You swore you would not hurt me.”

  He laughs, a full-blown guffaw. “Well, of course. I had no idea I was hurting you. What can I do to make it better? This?” He slips in fully and I bite down on the leather of the car seat. I try to hold him in place with my body.

  “Yes,” I say into the seat.

  “Are you sure?” He pulls out again. I don’t know how he is doing it. I am a wreck, but he is maintaining his erection and having a hell of time playing with me.

  “No,” I moan.

  “So that was not what you wanted?”

  “Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me so hard I scream.”

  “Well then. I wish you had just said so in the first place.” And he is in and he does. He fucks me like our lives depend on it, pounding me so my head hits the side of the car and it is the greatest moment of my life. I tighten around him and every thrust makes me shudder. I am screaming with joy and have completely forgotten where I am. Mike is yelling my name and smacking my ass with each thrust.

  “Oh Mike. Oh God. Your cock is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

  We come together and he collapses on top of me.

  “Jayni, I think you deserve a raise.”

  3.

  We don’t have to do anything in Boston until the next morning so after we check in to the hotel, Mike suggests we go out for dinner. We each shower and then get dressed. I wear a dress I bought on his credit card. It is black and fancy, something I would never have owned were it not for him. I decide to wear my hair up and find a pair of sapphire studs for my ears. When I am dressed, we go out into the city. Our hotel is near the park and we walk through it. He takes my hand. It is a genuinely sweet gesture and a bit surprising given our ride here. I feel like a teenager again. Mike looks gorgeous in his dark suit. He is smiling and I feel happy. This is almost like a date.

  The restaurant is full, but it is quiet. It is dim and candles flicker on each of the tables. We order wine when we sit but ask for a few minutes to look over the menu.

  “This is a lovely place,” I say.

  “It is. I come here every time I am in the city.”

  “With your other assistants?”

  His eyes twinkle. “Why, Jayni, are you jealous?”

  “Of course not. That would be unprofessional,” I lie. I am a little jealous, though. This is not a good sign and I tell myself that there is never going to be more to us, so enjoy it while it lasts.

  “If it makes you feel better, I have only had one another assistant, but she did not work out.”

  “Was it a long time ago?”

  He smiles. “You were probably still in high school.”

  The reminder of the difference in our ages stings. I don’t act young; Katie always tells me I act like I am already an old woman. I worry what people think when they see us together, but then I remember that we are business partners, not lovers.

  “So what’s out itinerary this weekend?”

  The waiter interrupts to take our orders. This place is too fancy for me and I don’t know what anything is, so I let Mike order. The waiter returns with bread and our wine.

  “Tomorrow will be boring. I am in meetings all day so you can luxuriate in the hotel. There is a spa service should you want anything. Just charge it to the room. I do need you to meet me for dinner. The clients are coming in from London and I don’t know what to expect. This is our first meeting with them. And then, the night is free, unless you take a liking to one of our British friends. Sunday will be the same. We will again have dinner with the London team. On Monday, I only have one meeting in the morning and then we will be meeting up with a client who lives here in the city. He will like you very much, so what time we make it home on Monday will depend on him. And you, of course.”

  I am nervous about meeting all of these men, but Mike is kind and I know he will look out for me. “And then I don’t see you all next week?”

  “Probably for two weeks. I do not have another event until the end of the month. You will be joining me for that. It is a full week.”

  “Where?”

  “Philadelphia. And then a few days in Vegas.”

  “I’ve never been to any of these places,” I admit.

  “Well then, I will make sure we find time for sightseeing. In fact, tomorrow, I will have a private tour arranged so you can see Boston before dinner. Does that sound good?”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  The waiter brings our dinners. My meal is a chicken entree and it is delicious. We split dessert and Mike suggests we go for a walk in the Public Gardens before heading back to the hotel. The evening is balmy and a low fog is lying over the Gardens. There are street lamps along the way and we sit on a bench near the pond, under a light.

  “Tell me about yourself, Jayni.”

  “I grew up in Ohio. It was awful. When I had the chance to come to Rhode Island for school, I took it and never looked back. I have only been to Ohio for holidays since I started school. In the summers, I stayed with my friend Katie and worked.”

  “Do you live with Katie now?”

  “I live alone. It’s a really tiny apartment, but it’s just me.”

  “No boyfriends disturbing the place?”

  “I don’t have time.” I answer before thinking and I worry that he will think I am cold, disinterested in love. I am not; I just have not found a person who warranted loving.

  “And Katie? What does she think of your promotion?”

  “I didn’t tell her. Not exactly. I told her I was hired as your personal assistant, but I did not go into detail.”

  “So she just thinks you’re keeping my senile self from forgetting appointments?” He smiles.

  “You aren’t that old.”

  “That old? I suppose that’s a compliment, but I could be your father.”

  “I don’t mind. I like being around you.” I mean it, too. He is pleasant company, undemanding. He listens, too. Maybe the reason I do not date is because I have not met someone like Mike, someone who makes me feel valued.

  “I have enjoyed your company today as well.” He holds my hand again. I can’t help it; I lean over and kiss him. He pulls away, surprised. It is the type of kiss you give someone you care for, an affectionate kiss, full of no expectation or longing. His eyes meet mine and he leans down, kissing me back. His kiss is also full of affection. I feel myself falling dangerously in love with him. After only a couple days and one dinner together, I realize I want to spend more time with this man. Time I do not get a salary for. The kiss grows deeper and the lust works its way in, but he is controlling himself. We do not do anything but kiss and when he pulls away, his eyes are sad. I run my hand along his cheek.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  “It’s nothing. This was a bad idea. I think you should go back tonight. I am not sure I can do this. It’s too hard.”

  “Don’t walk away. If you want me to stay, I will stay. If you want me to leave, I will, but please, tell me what’s wrong.”

  “This is a business arrangement. I thought when I saw you that you were sexy, that we could have some fun. I didn’t think you would be so decent.”

  “Mike, you clearly have some baggage and I won’t pry. I agreed to this arrangement, and if that is all we ever have, it will be a hell of a lot of fun. If something more develops, we can handle it as it happens. But it’s stupid to deny ourselves something just because it might be more than either of us expected.”

  “No one told me you were this smart.” He kisses me again. This time the hunger is there, so I suggest we move this back to the hotel. No sense in getting arrested.

  #

  We have not even made it off the elevator before the clothes start coming off. While we were riding up to our floor, Mike pulled my underwear down and shoved it in his suit coat pocket. He already has his jacket and tie off and I unbutton his shirt as we walk to the room. By the time the door is shut and the bolt is fastened, he is naked. I stare at him. His body is perfect. He works out and it is evident in his chiseled chest and abs. His arms reach for me and he pulls me to the bed. The dress is pulled off and I straddle him. He moves to get under me and inside me, but I sit on his knees.

  “Oh no. Someone needs to be punished.”

  “What did I do?” he asks. The sadness is gone, his blue eyes full of laughter now.

  “I recall a limo ride when a certain someone thought she would die.”

  “Fine. Punish away. You’ll be begging for it before I do.”

  “Really? We shall see.” I pick up his tie off the floor and tie his hands together over his head. Then I let down my hair. I run my hair along his chest, torso, and legs. He has been hard since we got in the elevator and now he looks ready to explode. I run my hands along the soles of his feet and his toes curl. He murmurs in satisfaction. My hands continue upward to his calves and then his thighs, passing by his penis. He looks at me when I get to his torso, clearly disappointed.

  “You missed a spot,” he teases.

  “Eh. It can wait.”

  I get to his nipples and put one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. He groans and spasms involuntarily. I move up to his neck, kissing, sucking, and biting until he starts breathing heavy.

  “Okay, I learned my lesson. We can play by your rules now.”

  “I don’t think so,” I whisper and then chew lightly on his earlobe. He is making animal noises, whimpers and pleas, my name thrown in for good measure. I kiss his forehead, his cheeks, and make my way to his lips, pulling on his lower lip with my teeth.

  “I am going to ruin you,” I tell him.

  “I know,” he says.

  I kiss him while moving my feet to his crotch. I run the sole of my foot over his erection and he goes back to pleading. I am starting to feel the burn as well, but I love doing this to him. There is so much power in making him squirm. He is thrusting into my foot, so I kiss him quickly and then jump off the bed.

  “What are you doing?” He asks.

  I put my dress back on and smile. I pick up the ice bucket. I have an idea. Slipping the key card from his wallet, I leave him on the bed with his hands tied. While I wait for the ice to fill, I am getting excited myself. I am tempted to go to the lobby or just wait in the hall, but I am not sure I can handle waiting much longer either.

  When I return, he is still on the bed. He looks at me with lust in his eyes. I know his desire and want to feed it. The ice bucket rests on the bed and I pop a cube into my mouth. When I lean down onto his dick, he gasps.

  “Holy shit,” he says. I flick the ice cube with my tongue as I move around him. He is twisting to meet my mouth and I imagine he is getting close to understanding my suffering in the car. I am not sure how much longer I can wait. I suck the head with the ice cube still in my mouth and he begs.

  “Jayni, what do I have to do?”

  “Tell me you’re sorry and that you will fuck me whenever I want,” I tell him.

  “I am at your beck and call. I exist only to please you.”

  “Good answer,” I tell him and lower myself onto his giant erection. His throbbing matches mine. I ride him and he meets me halfway, pushing deeper into me. He puts his knees up and I lean back, giving myself a better angle and I feel him take over. It is intense and I ride him while he clutches my hips. He moves a hand down to my clit and teases me while I slide up and down on that giant shaft.

  “Mike, God, yes.”

  “Jayni, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. You have the sweetest pussy.”

  His words drive me wild. I can’t remember orgasming so easy with anyone else and I push against him, trying to get him even deeper. I want to hold him inside me. Every inch of him thrills me. His hands grab my hips again and hold me as I move up and down on him until I scream his name. The bed is shaking and he laughs, sitting up slightly so I am coming again. The vibrations won’t stop and I can’t get enough. I can barely breathe and suddenly I am underneath him and he is pounding into me. I scratch my nails along his back and knead his ass until he pulls out and comes all over my stomach.

  “Mike, you will be the death of me,” I tell him and he collapses next to me.

  “A pleasant death it will be,” he says.

  We both lie there, staring at the ceiling, breathing, the aftershocks of orgasm still causing our bodies to twitch. It is ten o’clock and he has meetings in the morning. I go to the shower and try to let the hot water relax me. I am still thinking of how much pleasure I have had in the last day alone when the bathroom door opens. He opens the shower door and slips inside to join me. The rain showerhead streams over both of us and he grabs the soap, running it all over my body.

  “You’re insatiable,” I say.

  “Does that bother you?”

  “Not at all.” We trade off the soap and take turns cleaning one another. He moves to shampooing my hair and the intimacy of the act is as pleasant as the sex we have been having. When he is done, he folds his arms around me and we stand under the warm water, me rocked in his embrace. He kisses the top of my head.

  “Jayni, please don’t make me love you.” It is not what I expect to hear.

  “What? What do you mean?” He is still holding me so I cannot see his face.

  “I’m no good. I can’t be anything to you. I can make you happy physically. Let that be enough.”

  “Anything you want to give me is good enough for me,” I tell him. He leaves me in the shower. I take a moment to gather my thoughts. I know I am falling for him and I can see the feeling is mutual, but it scares him. I don’t want to push him away, so I swear to myself I will not ask questions and I will just be what he needs right now. After I dry myself off, I go to the bed. He looks tired so I suck on his dick until he comes before we both fall asleep.

  4.

  I must have been tired because I never heard him leave this morning. The ice is now a bucket of water. I don’t know what came over me last night. I have never tried games like that with anyone. There is note on the desk.

  Jayni,

  As promised, a car will come for you at 11. He will take you anywhere you want to go but please be ready for dinner by seven. I will come get you. Have a lovely day.

  Yours, Mike

  It is already 10:30 so I get ready quickly. The car service driver is a local and he tells me all about the city as we drive. We pass Fenway Park, Faneuil Hall, and the waterfront, places I have only seen in books or movies. He tells me we can go anywhere I want. I have dinner tonight and I decide maybe a new dress will be a good idea, so I ask where the best place is for shopping. He leaves me on Newbury Street and tells me he will wait. I get his number so I can call him when I am ready.

  The stores are all names I have heard on celebrities, but never dared to dream I would wear. When I see the prices, I know why. Mike told me I could buy anything for clothes, but this seems unreasonable. That is until I see a light blue dress that is just stunning. I picture wearing it tonight and what he will think. I buy it and then walk to another shop for lingerie. A pale blue bra and panty set seems perfect. I call the car service and he continues my tour. I am so immersed in sightseeing that I forget to eat and suddenly it is time to go back to the hotel. I thank the driver and run upstairs to our room. I have an hour to get ready, but manage to be finishing my makeup just as Mike walks through the door.

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