‘Did you just “Sir” me?’
‘I believe I did. Did you hear me call him Sir, Miss Parker?’
‘I did, Miss Baxter,’ she nodded.
‘Yes I did. After shopping I also have an urgent business matter to discuss with you at your office.’
‘A business matter at my office?’ he looked at me puzzled. It seemed he’d forgotten that he’d told me what his sexual fantasy with me was.
‘Yes, Sir. I have an issue that would require your undivided attention. If I make myself accessible to you for say, an hour, that wouldn’t dominate your time would it? I’d be prepared to take your guidance and submit or defer to your suggestions.’ I watched as a slow smile spread across his face as he caught on, before he looked down at his watch.
‘Your terms are acceptable, Miss Baxter. You should already be aware that I’m a very particular man and like things done a certain way, my way. Assuming you have no objections, be at my office at two-thirty sharp.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I replied, feeling my stomach flutter at the thought of fucking him in his office, all dressed up like that.
‘Then let’s move. James is waiting for us, we’ll drop you off and he’ll return for you later to bring you to me.’
‘Excellent,’ I smiled, then reached out my hand to Miss Parker. ‘Let’s start again, I’m Ellie and you are?’
‘Jenny, Miss … Ellie.’
‘Miss Ellie!’ Dan roared with laughter and we both looked around at him surprised. ‘Miss Ellie, she was the mother of JR Ewing in Dallas.’
‘I thought you didn’t watch television,’ I replied as he took my hand, not wanting to embarrass him by bringing up his comic book shows he loved.
‘It was mother’s favourite show and she made me watch re-runs as a child. You should take it as a compliment, she was a strong feisty woman who ruled the entire household.’
‘Then I will,’ I replied, as I dialled Brooke to ask if she minded me squeezing in a plus one later.
I made Jenny blush when she refused to leave me alone in the bedroom, so I’d stripped off in front of her. Living with Brooke and Molly you had to forget about being shy. She turned her back as I put on the new green corset and matching mini knickers, then pulled on a new black silk shirt dress and fastened an emerald green belt around my waist, finishing the look off with the pair of peep toe high heeled laser cut ankle boots Dan had purchased me. I’d had a quick shower when we got in, with her waiting outside the door, and had rubbed some baby oil into my skin, so my body and legs had a dewy glow. Topped off with my emerald earrings and bracelet, I looked quite the part for an executive’s sexy girlfriend.
‘What do you think?’ I asked and Jenny turned around and coughed.
‘That’s your meeting outfit?’
‘Yes.’ I laughed as she went red, as she probably realised what type of meeting I was about to have.
‘I can’t wait to see your going out one,’ she laughed. ‘He’ll blow a fuse.’
‘You know he’s not so uptight at home,’ I told her, as I grabbed my bag.
‘That’s good. A lot of guys I work for don’t know how to turn off the businessman and become human again.’
‘I bet you get hit on a lot as well,’ I suggested. She was a really pretty brunette.
‘Sometimes, but being trained by the Royal Marine Corps means I can look after myself.’
‘Wow, James will love you. He was in the marines as well, you must tell him when he picks us up. I didn’t think they allowed women?’
‘They didn’t until recently, when they offered five women places. I was lucky enough to be one of those five, passed the ten week training and was accepted. Sadly I busted up my knee while carrying out covert ops one night, so I had to drop out.’
‘So now you offer private security services?’ I asked, impressed at her work ethic and obvious dedication.
‘Yes, ma’am. Sorry, Ellie. Habit.’
‘Don’t worry about it, though ma’am makes me feel rather old. I’m only twenty-nine. How are you with children?’ I asked, a plan formulating in my mind. I had my creative, think outside of the box, head on today.
‘Love them,’ she beamed. ‘My sister has a four year old. I see from the house that you have children too?’
‘One, a rather boisterous fifteen month old, he’s staying the night at his grandparents. Though I’m also seven weeks pregnant now too.’
‘Congratulations.’
‘Thank you. Right that was James at the door, shall we?’
As they chatted in the limo, I wondered how Dan would feel if I asked for Jenny to be taken on full time. Mrs. McAdams, while amazing with Oliver, wasn’t quick enough on her feet to keep up with him and he wore her out quite quickly. If I wanted to keep working full time too, I’d finally accepted that being a mum to two young children as well was going to be exhausting, particularly when I had a man who demanded so much of my time and attention too. Jenny could be the perfect solution, nanny and security rolled into one. Assuming she was up for an assignment like that and wanted to work for us, plus move to Scotland for at least three weeks of each month. She could have some independence in the boathouse, as I’d still want to get Oliver up and she could clock off from the nanny duties when I was finished with work, and have the odd weekend back in London. The only issue would be where she’d sleep in the house here. We needed a couple of extra bedrooms. James dropped us off at Davenport Technologies and I looked up at the large black glass structure impressed. I’d never been here before.
‘Wow,’ uttered Jenny.
‘You stole my line,’ I smiled as we headed through the sliding doors into a black granite open plan lobby, with security on the door and by the bank of lifts behind the reception desk.
‘Miss Baxter, Miss Parker, welcome to Davenport Technologies,’ smiled the girl behind the desk. ‘Mr. Davenport’s expecting you in his office Miss Baxter. Miss Parker I’ve been advised to show you to the staff lounge, where you should be comfortable. There’s heated massage recliners with personal TV screens, also gaming stations, tea and coffee facilities and snacks. If you want any food ordered I can arrange to have it brought up from the canteen for you.’
‘Forget my meeting, that sounds amazing,’ I laughed.
‘It’s a wonderful company to work for,’ she smiled. ‘And I’m not just saying that because you’re the boss’s partner. Follow me.’
I looked around taking it all in, fascinated to see where Dan worked when he was here, what he’d built up. Though it was on a much smaller scale than his base in America, it was very impressive and screamed masculinity. The thought of him bossing around his minions had me turned on, before we even reached Dan’s office on the twelfth and top floor. Jenny had been left on the eleventh floor and I thanked the Receptionist as I stepped out, only to be greeted by a smart older man who shook my hand.
‘Miss Baxter, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Stuart, Mr. Davenport’s personal assistant.’
‘Ahhhh, the infamous Stuart. I hear nothing but good things about you.’
‘I’m very glad to hear that,’ he grinned.
‘I think I owe you an apology on behalf of my best friend Brooke, who verbally abused you and threatened a sit in protest last year.’
‘No apology required,’ he smiled. ‘If it wasn’t for her persistence you may not be with him now. Please don’t tell him I told you this, but he’s far more relaxed and jovial since you got back together.’
‘Thank you, I think that side of him was always there, it just needed a bit of coaxing out.’
‘Can I get you a drink?’ he asked, as we walked through the spacious open plan area, filled with large bamboo plants and green bonsai trees. I looked down and gasped, we were walking on a granite walkway suspended above a pool of water that had the most beautiful golden, white and red Koi fish lazily swimming through it. The water appeared to circle the entire central lift shaft.
‘No I’m … fine thanks,’ I uttered, as I
tried to watch the fish while I walked. ‘He’s bonkers.’
‘Not quite,’ Stuart laughed. ‘They’re very relaxing and when you’re dealing with businessmen from the Far East, they’re a symbol of success and good fortune. He also works on the Feng Shui principles in the whole building. The atmosphere is designed to put his clients at ease and engender some trust and common ground.’
‘Clever,’ I nodded.
‘He’s a remarkable man, Miss Baxter, but then I think you’d already worked that out for yourself when he was just the woodcutter. Congratulations on your pregnancy, I’d love to meet young Master Oliver next time you’re in London.’
‘Consider it done,’ I smiled. I’d warmed to him immediately and was glad that Dan had someone like that to look out for him. Stuart knocked on a black solid wood door and looked up as he waited. I followed his gaze to see he was looking into a camera, then heard a click.
‘He likes to see who’s at the door, before he activates the remote lock,’ Stuart smiled as he pushed down the handle and gestured for me to enter.
‘Control freak,’ I whispered and he laughed. I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me as I took in Dan’s office. It was huge. Right in front of me was floor to ceiling glass windows that spanned the width of the room and had a fantastic view over the River Thames to the city on the other side. The floor in here was made up of creamy coloured sandstone slabs with the odd clear glass panel where the fish could be seen swimming through underneath me. To the left was a large white leather sofa range in a U shape, which could comfortably seat twelve or more with a low white oval coffee table, perfectly measured to slot in the gap. The wall was painted in a soft green, but in the middle had a slow moving waterfall cascading down a sandstone panel and there were bamboo plants in each corner. I looked over to the right to see another soft green wall, but instead of the central water feature was a bank of flat screen monitors. Dan’s desk, in solid white wood, was positioned below them, but facing the room, so he’d presumably swivel around in his white leather chair when he needed to look at them. I was suddenly aware that sitting in that white leather chair, looking at me with a mixture of amusement and pure carnal need was the man himself. Oliver Davenport. Damn, he looked so sexy leaning back in his chair, his elbows resting on the arms with his fingers steepled in front of his lips. I licked mine as I appreciated the view.
‘What the hell are you wearing?’ he called out.
‘A shirt dress. Don’t you like it?’
‘I’ve been hard since your little meeting proposal, Ellie, then you turn up looking like that? Do you want me to blow my load before you’ve even crossed the floor to come to me?’
‘So you do like it,’ I smiled.
‘I do, your legs look incredibly sexy in it. Right, in my office you’ll address me as Sir. I’m a very busy man Miss Baxter, so we’ll work to my agenda and I’ll ensure that the meeting concludes to our mutual satisfaction. Do I make myself clear?’
‘Perfectly clear, Sir,’ I virtually panted. Christ if I thought he’d been domineering in the hotel cabin on the loch, this had just taken it up a couple of levels.
‘Drop your bag by the door and walk to the middle of the room, stop and slowly circle so I can see my potential acquisition in full.’
‘Potential?’ I gasped with a scowl.
‘I don’t tolerate insubordination Miss Baxter, in fact I punish people for it. That’s one.’
‘One what, Sir?’
‘I’ve learned that to truly win in business, you have to strike at the core, hard and fast.’ I watched, with my breathing picking up speed, as he slowly opened his desk drawer and pulled out a green leather riding crop, which nearly had me hyperventilating. ‘Would you like me to make it two, or can we continue?’ he enquired, as he cracked it across his open palm a couple of times, before gesturing with it to the centre of the room. Holy shit, this was so going in my next novel, I thought. I walked as sexily as I could to the centre of the room, put my hands on my hips as I shook my hair back over my shoulders and slowly started to turn, trying to keep my eyes on him at all times. His were raking up and down my long glistening legs as he captured his lower lip between his lips. ‘Stop,’ he ordered as I faced him again. Even from here I could see his bright green eyes had darkened. He was as turned on as I was.
‘Do I meet with your approval, Sir?’ I enquired and saw the corners of his lips curl up into a smile he was trying desperately hard to conceal.
‘I’ve yet to see the goods in full, Miss Baxter. It would be foolhardy of me to make a purchase with the wrapping still intact, concealing the contents. I want you to slowly remove your belt and unbutton that shirt, then hold them behind your back with both hands.’ I gulped and nodded. His door appeared to be activated by him, it wasn’t as if anyone could walk in, I just had to hope no one on the other side of the river owned binoculars. My fingers were shaking as I slowly drew the leather through the silver metal buckle and hung the belt off my little finger as I worked my way down the buttons of my shirt. I could hear his heavy breathing from across the room, over the gentle trickling of the water behind me. I heard him hiss through his teeth as I shrugged the shirt off and unveiled my new underwear. It was my turn to smile, that hiss was his seal of approval. ‘Looking very promising, so far,’ he chuckled. I resisted the urge to swear at him and instead smiled sweetly.
‘What can I do to entice Sir further?’
‘Turn around and walk over to the coffee table, lay your items down on it, then bend over and slowly remove your knickers. You’ll then place your palms face down on the table and await further instructions.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I smiled as I turned and sashayed my way over to his lounge area. I deposited my belt and dress and hooked my thumbs into the edges of my knickers and slowly shimmied them down, unveiling my bottom, before bending over and sliding them down to my ankles. I did as instructed and placed my palms on the low table in front of me and took a sudden gulp of air, as I heard the noise of his metal capped shoes on the floor tiles approaching. He hadn’t even touched me and I’d flooded. I was so desperate for him. I turned my head and looked behind me and gasped as a whooshing noise sliced through the air and a sting smarted on my backside. ‘Owwww,’ I protested.
‘Eyes front,’ he barked. ‘Did I give you permission to look around?’
‘No, Sir,’ I whimpered and looked back down at the coffee table, as the heat in my backside worked outwards.
‘Spread your legs, wide,’ he growled. I felt a tremble run through me, this was it, he was going to fuck me in his office, dressed in his three piece suit in the middle of the day. I complied with his instruction slowly, wanting to prolong the exquisite anticipation before he impaled me on his large cock and heard him groan as he lowered his zip. I heard a whoosh again and braced myself for a hit on my other cheek, but squealed in surprise when the crop connected with my swollen clit.
‘Fuck,’ I moaned. I needed a second or maybe sixty to work out if that was painful, pleasurable or a combination of the two. I decided on the latter as he struck my backside again, evening out the pink glow I was sure was showing.
‘That’s for swearing and for dripping on my polished sandstone floor.’
‘I can’t help it,’ I protested. ‘You turn me on so much, Sir.’
‘Excellent response. Time to test out my merchandise, brace yourself,’ he ordered. I smiled, his last two words gave away his concern, while he was still in his official role of master of all he surveyed. I moaned as he gripped my hips, just to feel his skin on mine, but not half as loud as I moaned when he forcefully ploughed into me, bruising my cervix, steadying me as I jerked forwards with a loud cry.
‘Very tight and moist,’ he murmured, approval radiating from him. ‘My office is soundproofed, feel free to scream,’ he offered, as he flexed his hips back and forth at the speed of a cheetah, while I howled like a bloody hyena. He was on fire and so was I. I wondered if it was possible to suffer from spontaneous vagin
al combustion. While fast and vigorous, he still knew all the places to hit, not that his large cock had any other choice than to stimulate every single part of me, g-spot and all. My legs were so far apart that his heavy balls swung forwards on each entry, slapping my red hot clit. I fought against my climax, when he was in the “Call me Sir” mode, I knew I wasn’t supposed to come until he allowed it. I started running through the Italian menu for tonight in my mind, Calamari or Olives, Bruschetta or Garlic Mushrooms? Or maybe I’d skip a starter and just go for a big plate of creamy pasta and a heart attack sugary dessert. Each thought was interspersed with a cry or moan from me. ‘Tell me what you’re thinking,’ he panted. ‘You’re doing exceptionally well as you haven’t come. What are you thinking about?’
‘Italian … food,’ I squeaked.
‘Hot spicy sausage?’ he chuckled.
‘I’ll have had my … fill of sausage … for today … Sir,’ I responded, as my attempts to hold back were threatened with derailment.
‘You are full, though I think you need more of me inside you,’ he groaned as I felt him tense behind me. Thank God, he was about to come.
‘Please, please,’ I cried.
‘Miss Baxter, you may come,’ he grunted as he thrust into me so hard I nearly toppled forward and smacked my head on the table. I screamed as my whole body felt my release, shaking, tingling, spasms and warmth. I heard him muttering some expletives, as he poured himself into me, heating me even further. ‘Ok, I’m sold, I’ll take you,’ he chuckled, as our breathing calmed down and his hands moved to grip my shoulders and brought me upright, back against his chest.
‘Sorry, I’ve changed my mind,’ I teased, as I tipped my head back to look up at him.
‘Always the comedienne,’ he grinned, before dipping his head to kiss me. ‘Damn that was so hot. You have a seriously sensational fucking body.’
31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) Page 43
