Beloved Pet (His Pet Book 6)

by Jamie Knight

  Her skirt, a deep evergreen that stood out stark against her skin, was tighter and shorter than anything she had worn previously. And her blouse was unbuttoned just far enough to reveal the side of her breast, when she leaned forward in a particular way.

  But that wasn't what made my thoughts stutter.

  Her hair— every fiery, untamed inch of it— was down.

  It fell around her face and shoulders in wild ringlets, bouncing with every step. She still looked every bit as confident, every bit as capable of owning a room. But I was momentarily dumbstruck.

  "Good morning, Mr. Davies," she said, coolly. "You're very early today."

  "Punctuality is next to Godliness," I said, meeting her steady gaze.

  "I don't think that's the saying."

  She sat down, primly, keeping her knees pressed tightly together.

  I was dying to know.

  Had she worn the vibrator?

  Had she even considered it?

  Could I have misjudged her completely?

  I knew that if she wanted to continue on like this, she would have worn it. But maybe she would find more ways to surprise me?

  But I wouldn't turn it on. Not until we had company. Otherwise, where was the fun?

  The opposing lawyer, Mark, was the next to arrive, with his client, followed by the mediator, then finally, our client— late as usual.

  "I know this has been a bit of a rocky road," Jocelyn said, laying a folder on the table.

  Smiling inwardly, I thought she did a very good job of portraying confidence. It was obvious to me now that she exuded more than she felt, but she was an expert at playing the part, and that was what mattered, in the law.

  She continued talking. "But I think we can all agree that the terms of the original agreement—"

  I hit the button.

  "—agreement," she considered, one hand reflexively grabbing the edge of the table, "are really quite fair."

  Her cheeks turned pink, and she turned her gaze to me. I nodded, studiously, hiding a smile behind my folded hands.

  She took a deep breath.

  "Rather than drag this out any longer, I think we ought to consider- ah-"

  Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. My thumb hovered over the button, giving her less than a moment to recover before I hit it again.

  "I... hmmm."

  Her pulse quickened, and I could see the evidence, fluttering next to her throat.

  "I'm so sorry," she said, in answer to the questioning glances from the others at the table. "I think I'm having a little bit of allergies. Just a tickle in my thro- throat."

  She exhaled, eyes widening slightly as she gripped the table harder.

  "Are you sure you're feeling all right?" Mark was relishing this, without knowing the reason why. He thought that it bought his client more time. "You look flushed. Maybe we should reschedule."

  "No!" she cried out, half in response to him, half in response to my perfectly timed jolt. Everyone at the table flinched slightly. "I'm sorry. No. I think we'd all rather get this over with. It’s clear this case can be resolved easily."

  "Just a minute, then," said Mark, producing a folder of his own. "I have some questions for you about the terms of this agreement."

  While he talked, I pressed the button for the vibrator mercilessly, watching Jocelyn struggle to retain her composure, and somehow find a way to focus enough on Mark's words to actually address his concerns.

  I didn't care about any of what was going on here. I was impressed with how Jocelyn was handling it and I hadn’t given her too hard of a case to start out with.

  I knew the terms, and I knew Mark was just trying to justify his fee to be here arguing stupid bullshit for his client. But the opportunity to watch Jocelyn's chest rise and fall with each measured breath, as she fought the urge to pant and moan, was priceless.

  When her eyes fell closed, momentarily surrendering to the pleasure, the sight of her made my cock surge. Slipping my hand out of my pocket, I carefully slid it across my lap to palm my erection, the pressure giving momentary relief.

  But when I took my hand away, the frustration just wound tighter. All I wanted to do was fuck her so badly.

  Jocelyn was staring at me, her eyes black with desire. When I started it up again, she had been desperate for it to stop, but now, she needed more.

  The room was silent, and she seemed to shake back to reality with an effort, realizing it was her turn to speak.

  "If you'll refer to the... page eight..." She let out a shaky breath. "That's exactly what that wording is trying to convey."

  Mark kept on grilling her, and I kept on sending her higher and higher, further away from the negotiation and closer to the most powerful climax of her life. After a while, I checked my watch. She'd been in a constant state of arousal for over an hour. I had no idea how she was holding herself together.

  Then again, my own judgment was slightly impaired.

  No matter how hard I tried to think about baseball statistics while I thumbed the button, my dick refused to cooperate, straining against my pants and throbbing angrily in time with my heartbeat.

  God, I needed her.

  I needed to fuck her.

  I needed it like I needed to breathe, more, even, but we were trapped here in a room of people with no reasonable excuse to leave at the same time.

  Jocelyn's nipples were stiff peaks under her blouse. At one point, I swear I heard the mediator mutter: "Is it cold in here?"

  But I didn't care. All I wanted was to see her come apart. I wanted to see her lose herself in front of these people, unable to betray her pleasure, body quivering and pulsing in secret.

  I was about to fucking explode.

  But- ladies first, as they say. It was only polite.

  If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead under Jocelyn's gaze, but I kept my finger off the button until it was time for me to take pen in hand and sign the document. While all eyes were on me, I pressed it hard, and didn't let go.

  The noise in the back of her throat, just before she swallowed all the sounds she wanted to make, still drew attention. Everyone glanced at briefly, none of them sure what to say.

  Her eyelids fluttered, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She gripped the table so hard that it shook slightly. Her muscles trembled.

  My prick throbbed, jealous, aching to feel the same release that had just coursed through her body.

  "Are you feeling all right?" the mediator asked, frowning. “I think I have enough information to make up my mind, but I am going to be giving a written opinion at some point in the future.”

  "Yes," said Jocelyn, breathlessly.

  She swallowed, and looked at him, fighting back a smile.

  "Yes, thank you. I think we're done here."

  "Grab some lunch?" Mark asked me, or something like it.

  I was having difficulty focusing on my surroundings, for some reason.

  "No thanks," I said. "I've got work."

  It seemed to take a thousand years, but finally, everyone left except me and Jocelyn.

  My cock pulsed with anticipation. The fire a thousand suns seemed to come over me. It wanted me to take what was mine, finally.

  The door clicked, and she stared at me.

  "Up against the window," I said. "Now."

  She stood, on shaky legs, and walked over to one of the massive picture windows.

  Silently, she stepped out of her panties. The vibrator clattered to the floor, and I was ripping the condom open with my teeth before she even spread her legs.

  Chapter 11

  Jocelyn

  I couldn’t believe what William had just done.

  What we had just done.

  It seemed to be some crazy test of both my legal abilities and my loyalty to him. I couldn’t believe I had signed up to do it. I couldn’t believe I had passed the tests.

  I had meant what I told him, about speaking to Paul and Hannah. And it was true that both of them had said this was all a very b
ad idea.

  Of course they only had my best interests at heart.

  I knew that what they told me made sense.

  But I still needed to wear the vibrator. I still wanted to see where all of this would take me. It was like an irresistible urge to follow my heart, and my pussy.

  William’s hands were taking my clothes off.

  He was whispering that I had such a beautiful body and that he loved my curves.

  I couldn’t get enough of him.

  I wanted him to take my virginity so badly.

  It had driven me crazy, to have him control a vibrator that was deep in my pussy, rubbing against it and pleasuring me while I was trying to concentrate on my job.

  I loved it. I knew it was just as crazy to love it, but I did. I even thought I was starting to love him.

  That was ridiculous. I knew there wasn’t any such thing as love at first sight. And that just because he had had made me a valentine and asked me to be his mentee didn’t mean that we were going to be together forever.

  And yet I couldn’t help but feel as if we were meant to be.

  I think he felt the same, as he took my nipples between his fingers and twisted them.

  “Listen,” he said, breathing close to my neck. “I won’t hurt you. Your job is safe here. Your body is safe with me. If this hurts too much, just remember that the safe word is ‘mentor,’ okay?”

  “Yes,” I told him, ready to give in and submit to him.

  To give up my virginity to him.

  As if reading my mind, he asked me, “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I said, as he began taking his cock out of his pants.

  He pressed it up against my backside. I could feel the tip of it about to enter my pussy. I wanted him so bad. I was dripping wet for him.

  I didn’t have to repeat my Confidence Track mantras when I was around him. He made me exude natural confidence. Everything had been so much easier since he had taken me under his wing. Or more like, up against this window.

  “No one’s ever fucked this little pussy of yours?” he asked, as he started playing with my clit.

  I shook my head.

  It was swollen and red and slippery wet already, thanks to the vibrator. My pussy hole was dripping out into his hand as he played with me.

  “No one’s ever slid their cock inside your tight little pussy hole?”

  I moaned out a no, and then I felt him start to do just that.

  This was it, and it felt amazing.

  He spread my pussy lips open with his cock, pushing further inside me. I accepted him happily, until I felt a tear and jumped slightly, saying, “Oww.”

  “Are you okay, my pet?” he asked, cupping one of my ass cheeks in his hand. “Do you need me to stop?”

  “I’m fine,” I told him, glad he was being so gentle but also needing to feel his whole cock filling me up completely. “Keep going.”

  “Okay,” he said, continuing to push further inside me. “Soon it will start to feel good. Just relax let your master take your virginity.”

  I did, instinctively, because he was right – it soon felt much better. My pussy relaxed and opened all the way up to him, as he stuffed his big cock all the way inside me.

  “There you go, good girl,” he said, lightly spanking my ass. “That’s a good pet. Opening up for your master and letting me do what I want to you. And doing anything for me that I want you to, including wearing that vibrator for me this morning. Good girl. Good pet.”

  He was playing with my nipple and with his other hand he reached around and played with my clit some more as his cock went in and out of me.

  It felt so good, I let out a moan that was probably louder than it should have been, since we were at work, but I couldn’t help it.

  “I’m cumming, Master,” I told him, leaning back and sliding all over his cock.

  “Good,” he said. “Cum on my big cock. Because I’m going to take care of you. You’ll be my beloved, sweet little pet.”

  I felt the wave of an orgasm wash over me, with another close on its tail.

  Something told me it was going to be okay. He really did care about me. Even though he took other women for his pets in the past, he seemed to be really into me. He had even called me his “Beloved.”

  I was sure everyone thought that about him. I didn’t want to be fooled. But I also didn’t want to close my heart off to love.

  “I’m going to cum, my sweet pet.”

  I felt him throb and pulse inside me as the two of us melded into one. I couldn’t help but feel we were in love.

  Chapter 12

  William

  A few weeks later, I was still “mentoring” Jocelyn every chance I could get.

  And by mentoring her, I meant fucking her brains out.

  I loved being with her physically. But I knew I was falling for her romantically, too.

  It was something I had never done before with any of my pets: love.

  But it felt right with her.

  Today, we were going over the results of the mediation. We had won, and the firm was very impressed with Jocelyn. She was going to be hired on as a full-time associate.

  I had an aching need to take her up against the window again, in celebration.

  “Assume the position,” I commanded her, once we had put the decision away.

  “Yes, sir.”

  She walked over to the glass and I followed her, taking off her clothes and then mine.

  With one hand on her hip to steady her, I slid inside, agonizingly slow. After all the waiting, somehow, I still wanted to make it last. She moaned, head thrown back, exposing her neck for me to bite. I sucked hard enough to leave a mark she wouldn't be able to hide on the way out.

  Her hands squeaked on the glass.

  "What if someone walks in?" she whispered, arching her back to take me deeper.

  That was always the question.

  It was now a fun game between us.

  But the forbidden nature of what we were doing was still there, making this all even hotter.

  "They'll leave." I nibbled on her earlobe. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are, when you're trying not to scream? Gushing all over your panties in the middle of a serious legal meeting?"

  I still couldn’t stop thinking about that mediation that she’d won, even with a vibrator pleasuring her.

  "I think I have a little bit of an idea." I heard her smiling. "I could see you grabbing your dick under the table, by the way. Everyone could."

  "Not everyone was watching." I sighed. "Just you."

  "I sure hope so," she breathed.

  "Hmm. And your little show was very subtle. I'm sure no one suspects a thing."

  "I got the job done."

  She shuddered as I slid my hand around to the front of her luscious, curvaceous body, trailing it down to the space where we were joined.

  "That's all that matters. No one's going to ask me if I had an orgasm in the middle of a mediation because some egotistical asshole forced me to wear a vibrator."

  "Ah, yes." I hurried to put on a condom and then I thrust in deep, rubbing her clit in time with my movements. "I really twisted your arm, didn't I?"

  "You said I had to do what you wanted," she panted, "and you’re my boss. So I was only complying."

  "You know your job here is secure no matter what," I growled. " The whole thing was a pretense to get to me. You were curious, and you were aroused."

  I pinched her sensitive flesh, and she bit back a shriek.

  "How many times did you get off, touching yourself while thinking about me?"

  "Fuck you."

  Her chest was heaving, her body quivering on the edge of another climax.

  "Tell me." I pulled my hand away. "Tell me, or you don't cum again."

  "Four," she spat, her inner muscles tightening around me already. "Four in two hours. The last there were all in the same session. I couldn't stop. You turned me on so fucking much I thought I was going crazy." />
  I lost control then, slamming into her so hard and fast that the window rattled. I grabbed her hips so hard it must have hurt, pressing my chest against her back until I could feel her every moan vibrating through my body. She tumbled into rapture, her cunt clenching so hard it almost hurt me, ripping my own orgasm from deep inside.

  It felt endless.

  When I came down, Jocelyn and I were still locked together, and she wasn't making any attempts to beat a hasty retreat. Not this time. She made a small noise, almost a purr, and I realized that her hand was pressed against mine on the window.

  She whimpered in protest when I pulled out.

  There was a soft half-smile on her face when she turned around. The fire was still in her eyes, but I'd stoked it into something different. Something new.

  "Your cock feels even better than I imagined," she said. "Just for the record."

  I glanced behind me.

  "I don't see a stenographer here. I think that'll have to stay unofficial for now."

  "Jesus." She laughed. "You just can't switch it off, can you?"

  I composed myself quickly, resisting the urge to kiss her. She wanted it. She wanted it, but she wasn't going to take it. And the look in her eyes told me she wanted the same thing I did: love. With me.

  But I couldn’t help but hold back a bit, to make sure I was ready to give that to her the way she deserved.

  "I really do have work to do," I told her, trying to sound matter-of-fact instead of apologetic.

  "Sure," she said, her face falling slightly. "Of course."

  “Next time you want to see me, come to me,” I told her. “I’ll be waiting. We’ll have another lesson.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, and left.

  Chapter 13

  William

  The next time she came to me, it was a weekend, when both of us were at the office, working. She was in yoga pants with a loose ponytail and no bra under her faded t-shirt.

  And as soon as I opened my office door to her, she said:

  "I want you to spank me."

  I stared at her.

  "Come in, Jocelyn."

  I wondered how many people who weren't in her workout classes got a chance to see her like this. Utterly casual, irresistibly sexy. I wanted to spank her, until she cried, and I wanted to fuck her like I did in the conference room.