His Plaything (Slade, Inc. Book 2)

by Mackenzie Williams

  She reached out to grab his arm but stopped as he bent down. In the corner of the landing was a paint can. She hadn't noticed it before. He picked it up by the handle and set it at the base of the door. How many times has he brought women out here? Or maybe that can is just here by mistake?

  He turned around, and his body language was irritation with a rushed desire. "There. We will have ample warning so we can cover ourselves."

  Mr. Slade looked even more irritated than when they were in his office. Morgan was starting to fear that she had royally messed up. Did he want someone more adventurous? Was he going to start losing interest in her? I bet Shay would die to be here naked in the stairwell for him. A sick feeling filled her stomach at her inner devil's advocate.

  Her boss returned to her and swiftly turned her to face away from him. He took a step to the side, moving her with him.

  "Do you want this, Morgan?" His voice was a whisper.

  Her answer was truthful. "Yes."

  He took a deep breath. "I want you kneeling on the stairs."

  He let go of her and started to undo his belt. Morgan hesitated for a few seconds, not totally sure where he wanted her, but she soon felt an overwhelming need to please him. Was this her insecurities, or was this love?

  She turned her head to see him open his slacks. Mr. Slade reached in, pulled his cock free, and starting stroking it slowly. It was massive, and it was hard. Morgan swallowed loudly as the veins on his dick seemed to bulge larger than she remembered.

  "Now, Ms. White."

  Chapter Fifteen

  Connor felt if he didn't get his release soon, he was going to scream. Yes, Morgan. Get that ass in position. It meant something to him that she wanted him, too. Her nervous movements were only making his dick want her more.

  He knew she would have been more comfortable in his office with the door closed, but that was the point, wasn't it? Maybe he was too cocky or used to his surroundings, but he didn't really care if anyone caught them. Actually, he might like it. For Morgan's sake, though, he wanted this to come to a finish quickly. Connor liked her on edge, but he didn't want her to hate him for it.

  "Higher." He stroked his dick as she turned and looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes. They were almost doe-like.

  With her skirt now bunched around her waist, Morgan crawled up one more step. She leaned forward, resting her arms on a step two up from her knees. Connor stepped to her, kneeling on the step just under her. With his feet braced on the floor, he reached forward, leaning onto her back. He ruthlessly pulled her blouse open. She moaned at the sudden exposure. This had a crooked smile lifting his lips.

  "Don't worry, sweet. I'll make this fast. I don't want to wait any longer than you do."

  Connor reached around her and grabbed both breasts. He squeezed until he heard her groan softly. He took hold of his cock and brought it to her pussy lips. He slowly wiped it up and down through them. She was so fucking wet. Gripping her hips, Connor pushed his cock into Morgan.

  He quickly debated with himself if he should just come and have her finish herself elsewhere, but when she started making very soft whining noises, he knew he wanted her to come with him and for him.

  He started to thrust deep and fast into her. Morgan was trying to quiet her noises, but every so often a sweet feminine whimper or moan would fill the stairwell. Connor gripped her hips tighter as his cock told him it was about ready to unload.

  He slowed his hips and reached around to her clit. As he pressed two fingers against it, he felt it throb. This had a deep growl rising in his throat. Connor started to rub her clit harder, and Morgan lifted her head back.

  "Ms. White, do you want to come?"

  She moaned softly before answering him. "Yes."

  "What?" He rubbed her clit harder.

  "Yes, Sir."

  He tensed his arm muscles as he breathed in her words. Something deep inside him thrived on them. "All right, pet. Come for me."

  Connor jerked his hips forward, causing his dick to ram deep inside her just as he sped up his fingers on her hardened button. Her head fell from one shoulder to the other. He could tell she was biting her lip, trying to stifle her sounds of pleasure. This had his manly growl returning.

  Morgan's arms started to shake on the stairs and then another loud thud came above them. This was the extra incentive they needed. He pinched her clit, and Morgan cried out a bit louder. Connor thrust in and out of her pussy several times and he was climaxing. His fingers came off her clit and returned to her hips.

  There was another loud thud above them as Connor filled his girl with his cum. His dress shoes slipped a bit on the smooth concrete floor. He grunted as he tried to finish his orgasm. He nearly missed the fact that she was shaking almost uncontrollably now.

  Her pussy got increasingly wet very quickly. She was coming. Connor buried his dick deep inside her and held it still as small tremors moved through her body. Very slow and soft whimpers were coming from Morgan.

  He was breathing harshly as he spoke to her. "There … Morgan. There should … be no doubt who I or my dick wants."

  He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair firmly but not harshly. He pulled just slightly, simply wanting to hear her whine again. She did, and his lips curled up into a twisted smirk. This little one was much more than just a good lay, though. A new sensation was filling Connor as he released her hair and started to pull out of her. He thought it could be labeled "love" by some people.

  Connor pushed himself back from her, caressing her leg. He started to stand. "Thank me, sweet." He put as much playfulness into his words as he could.

  Morgan was breathing heavily with her arms still shaking. She slowly turned her head to look up at him. Her eyes seemed teary, and he didn't want to ask why. The one thing he didn't see in her eyes was a sense of being wronged, though.

  "Thank you." Her words were simple but seemed to be holding back something.

  Connor slipped his dick back into his slacks and held out a hand to help her off the stairs. She was wobbling as she stood, and he soon noticed that her knees were scratched from the rough surface of the stairs. Why did that excite him, causing his dick to stiffen again just a little?

  She timidly pulled her skirt down and started to fix her blouse before he stopped her. Connor reached up and buttoned it for her with a huge, genuine smile. She tilted her head to the side, seeming much happier than just a few minutes ago. She gave him a small grin in return.

  "Thank you." This time her words were filled with more contentment.

  "And thank you. Now, be a good girl and don't let my cum drip onto the floor on your way to the bathroom."

  He finished the last button as a shocked expression rid her of her smile. He bent down and kissed the look off her face before lightly squeezing her ass.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Twenty minutes after her rendezvous in the stairwell with her boss, Morgan was back hard at work. She was working in Mr. Slade's office on her laptop as he worked on his desktop. Every so often she would look over at him with a silly, schoolgirl-crush smile. She knew she probably looked like a puppy watching her master, but Morgan couldn't hide her happiness.

  "Mr. Slade, do you mind if I work in here, too? I have a few questions, and it would be easier to ask you in person than to just keep sending you emails." Shay's nauseatingly cheerful voice came from the doorway.

  Morgan's happy smile and bright eyes faded immediately. Of course she has questions that only Mr. Slade can answer. Morgan frowned before exhaling a little too loudly. Her eyes flickered up to see her boss giving her a warning glare.

  "Sure, Ms. Wilson. There's room at that table there." He pointed at a small table off to the side in his office.

  Morgan's fingers stalled on the keyboard as she listened to the other woman enter and start to set up her work area with her own laptop. Mr. Slade said that the temp would only be around a week. For Morgan, that was five days too long.

  After just a few minutes of silence
, Shay broke Morgan's concentration again.

  "Mr. Slade, can you look at something for me? I just can't seem to find the problem with this spreadsheet. The numbers are off, and I don't know why."

  Mr. Slade lifted his head and glanced over at Shay. He then gave her a slow nod before letting his stare fall on Morgan. There was an odd look in his eyes. Morgan couldn't put her finger on it. It almost seemed like pride mixed with guilt. He didn't smile at her as he stood from his chair.

  Morgan tried to keep her eyes on her computer screen, but she was soon watching the other two with a sideways glance. Mr. Slade leaned over Shay's shoulder, looking down at her work. She pointed at the screen a few times.

  Soon Morgan was turned in her chair, staring shamelessly at the former coworkers. The former office plaything with her former boss. How much history did they have together? Bile started to rise in Morgan's throat. She held back a cough as she continued to torture herself with her sick curiosity.

  Mr. Slade lifted his hand and placed it on Shay's shoulder as he pointed at her screen. The sight of him touching her had the sick feeling increasing inside Morgan. A spike of anxiety filled her chest, and she was having a bit of trouble controlling her breathing now.

  Shay then looked up at her temporary boss with a flirty smile. She giggled, and Morgan could have fallen to the floor just then with disgust. Mr. Slade then squeezed Shay's arm tighter before giving her advice about something in the program.

  "Mr. Slade, you're so smart. I would never have found that." She giggled up at him again.

  Fucking stop touching her! Morgan was starting to feel hot all over. Her hands balled into fists in her lap, but she couldn't look away. Shay nonchalantly let her arm fall to her side. After a few seconds, she swung her arm, accidently touching his leg.

  A deep breath rushed from Morgan. She didn't realize how loud it was until Mr. Slade looked over at her. Her face was overheated. She tried to give him a look that said "stop touching that woman", but she didn't think it came across. If it did, he didn't move his hand, anyway.

  Mr. Slade gave her a bit of a confused look before returning to his conversation with Shay. Morgan couldn't stand it any longer. The last straw was when he leaned in to get a closer look at something. Their faces were so damn close that if Shay turned her head quickly, she would be kissing his neck. Fuck!

  Shay giggled again, and Morgan knew she had to get out of there before she did something stupid. She hastily stood from her chair, hitting her already sore knees on the desk.

  "Shit," she whispered through clenched teeth.

  A mental picture of her and Mr. Slade fucking in the stairwell came to mind, but it was quickly soiled. In her mind, Morgan was replaced with Shay. The two had their hands all over each other. Morgan almost screamed, but fortunately, she caught herself.

  Mr. Slade and Shay both looked up at her as she started to walk toward the door. "I'm going to get a coffee."

  Shay's voice slowed her feet. "You already have a pop. It's not even opened."

  Facing away from them, Morgan clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she started out of the room, not responding to the other woman.

  Fuck you. I just need to make it a few more days. Then she'll be out of our lives. Right?

  Morgan's shoes made loud slapping noises as she stumped down the hall. Another male worker was standing in the doorway to his office. He gave her a bewildered glance, but she didn't react to him. She felt like slapping someone, anyone.

  Morgan walked into the break room and started pacing. She didn't need any more caffeine, that was for sure. She kept tensing her hands and then relaxing them in an effort to rid herself of some of her stress. It wasn't really working.

  After several minutes, she heard someone enter the room. Morgan stopped pacing and turned to find Marcie standing right behind her. She had a concerned look on her face, but it seemed almost fake. Was that true, or was Morgan simply not in a good emotional state at the moment?

  "What's up with you?" Marcie raised an eyebrow at Morgan before she walked over to the sink.

  As she set her empty mug in the sink, Morgan folded her arms over her chest. Marcie was far from what Morgan would call a friend, but right now, she needed to vent. That was probably a mistake, though.

  "I think there's too many cooks in the kitchen."

  Marcie turned back around, and for a split second, Morgan thought she saw a cocky smirk on her face. It quickly vanished. "Cooks?"

  Morgan sighed and then rubbed her forehead. She was starting to get a headache. "Nothing. This is just a really stressful time, you know?"

  "Sure. I mean there has to be a lot of extra work for you. Plus, extra stress on Mr. Slade."

  Morgan eyed Marcie suspiciously, for a moment. The other woman barely ever spoke to her unless it was totally necessary. Why was she being so nice now? Maybe she had softened because Morgan was no longer the "new girl". It would be nice to have a female friend around the office.

  "Marcie, I just get the feeling that maybe … I don't know." Morgan rubbed her neck. "Maybe I'm crazy, but it seems like Shay wants her old job back."

  Marcie tilted her head to the side with a small grin on her face. "Yes, job."

  Morgan was a little irritated by the way she had said that, but Morgan's words seemed like they wanted out of her. "I mean, I can't really be angry with Mr. Slade. He isn't my first. I had a fiancé for crying out loud."

  "Fiancé?" Marcie stood up a little straighter.

  "Yes, just before I started here. I mean it's obviously over."

  "Huh."

  Why does she look so surprised or shocked? Marcie folded her arms over her chest. Morgan furrowed her brow at her.

  "What was his name?" Marcie took a step away from the sink.

  "Todd. Why?"

  "Oh, just curious."

  Just then their conversation was interrupted when two men walked into the room. They were talking back and forth in a loud, joking manner.

  "Well, I have a phone call to make. I hope the rest of your day goes well." Marcie abruptly turned away from Morgan and headed out of the room.

  "Ah, thanks." Morgan stood there, just staring after the other woman for several seconds before deciding she better get back herself.

  Back to hell I go.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Connor stared at the doorway for a few seconds after an obviously irritated Morgan had stormed out of the room. Was she just irritated that another woman was getting his attention, or was it more insecurities? Damn it. Either way, he wasn't happy. His chest felt tighter. Connor hated the feeling of being restrained, tied down. His wandering ways were starting to get stronger the angrier Morgan acted. This couldn't be a good sign.

  Just then, Shay giggled again and flipped her hair off her shoulder. Connor stood up and took a step back from her. A familiar feeling started to roll into his gut and groin. A quick flashback of Shay naked on his office floor sprang up in his head.

  Shit. Stop being a young, dumb fuck. He reprimanded himself and took another step back.

  Shay turned in her seat, staring up at him. Something changed in her blue eyes then. Her expression was much more reckless and needy. She unhurriedly stood up, keeping the eye contact. Shay took a step toward him, and Connor stood his ground. A sick part of him wanted to see what she would do.

  "Mr. Slade, can I be frank?"

  I should end this conversation before it snowballs. "Yes."

  "I know you already have her, but," she lifted a finger to his abs, "what if you could have us both? I guarantee it would be worth it." She ran her finger down toward the top of his slacks.

  Connor kept his expression flat and controlled. "Shay, I doubt very much that Ms. White would be interested in that."

  Shay's hand reached his slacks. She subtly hooked one finger in the top and tugged. "Well, then. Have us at different times. I wouldn't tell."

  His cock betrayed him and started to harden in his pants. He hoped Shay didn't notice. C
onnor lifted his hand and grabbed hers. She tensed her finger in his waistband, making it harder to remove her hand. Connor squeezed her wrist harshly, and she winced before she tilted her head back. She was enjoying this.

  "Ms. Wilson, you are here to do a job."

  "I know." A soft moan fell from her lips as her eyes widened.

  "Shay, this isn't the same as before. I'm not the same as before."

  "We can fix that." She bowed her head while twisting her hips.

  "No."

  Connor's whole body tensed then when a loud noise filled the room. He didn't have to look to know exactly what it was. His office door had slammed, and he knew who had slammed it. Fuck! He hastily ripped Shay's hand away from his body. She wore a slightly hurt expression.

  "Grab your stuff and move back to the conference room." His jaw clenched tightly for more than one reason.

  He was pissed at her and himself for letting that moment be seen by Morgan. Connor was also furious with himself for getting sick pleasure from this whole thing. His cock hardened even more as he turned away from Shay. I am a sick fuck. Morgan doesn't deserve this. But what do I deserve?

  ****

  Morgan grabbed her purse from her chair and spun around quickly. She almost tripped over her own feet as she started out of her office. When she was halfway down the hallway, she heard Mr. Slade exit his office.

  "Ms. White, come here."

  She didn't stop or slow her feet. Just before she got to the part of the hallway that turned off toward the reception area, a strong hand gripped her arm. She inhaled sharply as he swiftly pulled her back. Her back bumped into his chest as his face touched her neck.

  Morgan stopped breathing as he spoke. "That wasn't me. I have instructed Shay to keep it professional. If she oversteps her bounds again, she’s gone."

  He was breathing harshly against her. Morgan let her own deep breath rush from her. She closed her eyes as tears started to form. Should she believe him? Surely, he was a smart man. If he wanted to fuck Shay, he would have done it when Morgan was out of the office. Or worse, when he was out of the office.