by Tia Siren
“A sense of pride, that’s what.”
I went up to my room and shut the door, relieved that I was finally out from underneath their prying gazes. Dad could now feel like he’d done his “dad thing” for the week by pretending to give a shit, and I could go back to thinking about Grant.
The irony of the lecture, however, had me giggling as I lay there and stared at my ceiling. I was making all the mistakes he’d just told me not to make, just not with the man he thought it was. I wanted to follow his advice. I wanted to take him at his word. But it was too late. I couldn’t help it any longer. I was in love with Grant Jacobs, and that admission had forever changed the course with which I viewed our little escapades.
I crawled underneath the covers as silent tears poured down my face. If I slept the rest of the day away, I could wake up tomorrow and see him again.
So, that was exactly what I did.
Chapter 31
Grant
The day had come to pursue all the evidence I had. I couldn’t fire Dylan until I’d gotten to the bottom of everything, so I spent all day Sunday studying the evidence I’d brought home with me. Despite Alex’s claims that this deal would be a highly profitable one, the numbers just didn’t match up. I ran and reran all the calculations, and the numbers I was coming up with were only half of what Alex had handed me for that presentation. It seemed as if Alex was the hub of this entire wheel of bullshit, but I still couldn’t figure out why. Why would he skim money from the budgets? Why would he want the company to take a deal that wasn’t as lucrative as he claimed? Why had he ripped it from his junior executives?
There was a hefty monetary investment involved on my end, but the return didn’t justify the initial monetary dole-out. There was no promise of seeing anything returned to me for at least three years as the agreement stood, and I felt like I’d been led into this blindly. I’d trusted Alex to gather all the information and make an educated opinion about this acquisition, but so far, all the information he’d handed me was wrong.
What the fuck was going on?
Someone was trying to pull the wool over my eyes, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I had a feeling it was Alex. I had no idea why he would do this to me. To us. To our friendship. But the only choice of action I had was to confront him. According to the information Dylan spouted off at the club, he’d taken over all the elements of the proposal. That meant that junior executive error was off the table.
When I came into the office Monday morning, there was another sheet with highlighted numbers from Mrs. Rubenstein sitting on my desk. That meant another transaction had been skimmed from, and I was at my wit’s end.
I’d known Alex for years. He’d always been a valuable asset to this company. He built it with his two hands back when his first wife was still alive. Why would he drive it into the ground now? It wasn’t like he was trying to take it from me. He was literally trying to sabotage it. Why the fuck would he do something like that? Something else had to be going on, so I picked up the phone and dialed I.T. I knew Mrs. Rubenstein had them tracking I.P. addresses, but I needed answers now.
“I.T. Security. This is Paul. How may I—”
“Paul, it’s Grant.”
“Oh, hey there, Mr. Jacobs. What’s up?”
“I’m aware of what Mrs. Rubenstein is having you guys do,” I said. “Any progress on it?”
“Actually, yes,” he said. “I have one of my guys delivering something to you now. They left a few minutes ago.”
Just then, a guy with glasses and a stain on his shirt came into my office. He handed me a sheet of paper with a bunch of numbers I didn’t understand, then retreated before I could ask him any questions.
“What am I looking at, Paul?”
“You see the highlighted entries?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Notice how the numbers are the same,” he said. “That’s the I.P. address that’s linked to all these changed transactions. And they route back to a laptop computer on the J.E. level.”
“The junior executive level?” I asked. “As in floor eight?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How do you know it’s a laptop computer?” I asked.
“Each I.P. address is registered under a name so you can identify it. All the computers set up in this building are identified as ‘J&Mtech.’ That I.P. address isn’t. Look at the bottom of the sheet.”
My eyes scanned all the way to the bottom where the breakdown of the address was located. My eyes scanned the numbers and dates, and when I happened over the name, I recognized it instantly.
A.M.House.
“Thanks, Paul.”
I hung up the phone before I set the piece of paper on my desk. It was official. Alex was the one skimming off the top. He was the one steering this company in a bad direction, and he was the one inflating the junior executives’ budget.
Fucking hell.
“Mr. Jacobs?”
I heard Crissy’s voice, and my dick grew hard as stone. I looked up at her and took in the wonderful outfit she was wearing. She looked to be in better spirits. Late last night, I’d decided on a new lesson to teach her that resulted in a trip to a store I hoped no one recognized me at, and I was ready to start her in on it.
“Come on in, Miss Marks. And shut the door behind you.”
A wolfish grin crossed her cheeks as the door thudded closed behind her. She sashayed slowly toward me, knowing full well I had something dirty on my mind. I crooked my finger toward her, beckoning her to come over near my chair. Then, I sat down and opened my desk before I pulled out a butt plug and some lube.
I saw her eyes graze over the toys, and for a split second, she locked up. Oh, I was going to have such a wonderful time wearing out that virginal ass of hers, but we had to get her adjusted first. I took pleasure in punishment, not outright pain, and the last thing she needed after this weekend was to be in any more pain.
“Roll up your skirt and show me your ass,” I said.
She eyed the toys one last time before she slowly turned for me. She bent over, rolling up the fabric of her skirt, and my cock jumped at how obedient she was. She pulled her panties to the side as I opened the lube, squirting some onto my fingers before I painted her ass crack with it. I wanted this thing to pop in without any pressure from me. I wanted her to sit on it all fucking day, grinding down on it to feel any sort of relief.
Her puckered little hole was covered by her luxurious ass cheeks, and I had to spread her in order to get to it. I could tell her asshole would gobble me down just like her pussy because my fingers practically fell into her tight little hole as she moaned.
“Be quiet,” I said. “Someone might hear you.”
I slowly inched my fingers in and out, spreading her for me as she pressed back into my hand. How greedy she was for my touch. It hardened my cock painfully, and a smirk crossed my face. When I removed my fingers, I could tell she was biting back a whimper.
I worked the butt plug out of its packaging before I covered it with more lube. Part of me wanted to take her. Right up against the window. I wanted to press her body against it while I took that tight ass of hers, ripped her in two before I filled her virginal hole with my hot cum. But I couldn’t do that. I wanted this to be something she enjoyed, something she would want to do with me for months to come.
Years, if she’d allow it.
I teased the plug against her ass and watched her tighten again. I smoothed my hand out on her ass cheek, massaging her until she loosened up. Then I slowly popped it in. She swallowed a groan, whimpering as her legs shook. I looked out the office window to make sure no one was walking by. Then I leaned in and bit down into her jiggling ass.
“Fuck, Grant,” she whispered.
“You’ll walk around with this all day,” I said. “It’ll loosen you up a bit before I decide to take you myself.”
I moved her panties over it before she rolled her skirt down, and I almost regretted my decision. Looking at her today
and knowing her ass was plugged with that toy was going to make my cock ache all fucking day. If I wasn’t careful, I’d have to change my fucking suit because I’d spill right into my pants. I watched her walk away, her ass clenching as she tried to get used to it, and I had to physically bite down on my hand. I had no idea if I was going to make it through the rest of the day, so I decided I wasn’t going to force myself to.
Before I knew it, lunch time rolled around, and I was pressing Crissy’s intercom button and asking her to come back in here. I was going to practice self-control, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease her with what was to come. By the time I was done with her, she’d be begging me to take that ass of hers. And I would revel in every second of it.
“Come in here, Miss Marks, and lock the door behind you.”
The grin on her face from her desk had my cock jumping, but little did she know the torture I was about to bestow upon her beautiful body.
Chapter 32
Crissy
The plug Grant had put in my ass was driving me wild. I had no idea how I was going to go the rest of the day with soaked panties, and if I didn’t do something about it soon, it would be soaking through my skirt. I thought about gathering up some toilet paper and shoving it down my underwear, but then Grant called me into his office.
His voice sounded in my headset through the intercom I’d set up between my desk and his, and relief flooded my system. I grinned at him through the window as I peeled it from my head, then started in and shut the door behind me.
I locked the door just like he had asked before I turned back to him. It was the company’s lunch hour, so the entire floor had cleared out. Grant beckoned me with his finger. My legs trembled at the idea of his cock pressing into my ass, and I approached his side before he twirled his finger. I turned around, my juices dripping down my thighs. Then I felt him run his hand up my back, pressing me down to bend over.
His hands rolled up the backs of my thighs, pushing the fabric of my skirt up my legs. My ass came into view, my cheeks trembling with anticipation. I thought he was going to remove the plug, maybe clean me up with his tongue. But instead, he stood behind me and reached his hand around for my clit.
I jumped as his fingertips found my swollen bud. Then his other hand danced along my ass. His hand was teasing me, causing me to thrust my hips downward to try to gain more friction.
But the wanton need for release just kept building when he slowly started turning the plug between my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, Grant.”
He smacked my ass as punishment, and I jumped. I’d forgotten this was a lesson he was teaching me, and I begged him for his hand. The words dripped from my mouth as his fingertips paused above my clit, and it wasn’t until I dropped my pussy into his hand that he started his strokes again.
“Yes, Mr. Jacobs. Just like that.”
“You like that sensation, Miss Marks? The feeling of something filling your asshole?”
“Yes. Fuck, I wish it was you, Mr. Jacobs. I wish it was you.”
I was aware of how desperate I sounded, but I didn’t care. He grasped the plug, slowly pulling it out before he slid it back in. My legs trembled and my knees threatened to cave. I shifted myself between his body and his desk, leaning over it as my tits pressed into the cool wood of the desk’s surface. His fingertips circled my clit faster, causing my legs to buckle underneath me as the butt plug continued its driving instructions. He was tormenting me, holding me at the cusp of my orgasm but not allowing me to fall over.
Soon, I was bucking back into him. He held the plug for me, and I slammed my ass into it, hearing him chuckle as his fingers slid into my pussy. Never had I felt so full in my entire life, and my body began to shake on his desk.
“Please let me come,” I begged. “Please, Mr. Jacobs.”
“Not until I say so,” he said.
“Oh fuck. Grant, I can’t take this anymore. Please. I’m so close. Please.”
He cracked his hand down on my ass again, and I whimpered as the sensation went away. I tried to keep bucking. I felt like a wild animal chasing after its prey on an empty stomach. I collapsed onto his desk, drooling from all the sensations as I drenched the papers underneath my cheek.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he massaged my ass cheeks. “It’s nothing important.”
I felt the butt plug leave my ass, and my cheeks trembled with mercy. I heard a squirting sound before a cool sensation dripped down my crack, and I jumped before Grant’s hand pressed me harder into his desk. Soon, the plug was back at my entrance, and he shoved it in. I couldn’t do anything to stop the groan that peeled from my lips.
“My, my, you’re desperate to let everyone know who you belong to, aren’t you?”
I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to tell him that I wanted the world to know. But all I could do was breathe hard as his fingertips danced around my dripping pussy folds.
“If you can be a good girl the rest of the day, I’ll give you a wonderful reward,” he said.
“Please, Mr. Jacobs. I’m sorry. Please don’t make me do this.”
“I’ll give you my cock instead of this feeble little ass plug,” he said. “I’ll make you feel things your body has never experienced. But in order for you to reap your reward, you have to work a little harder for it.”
“Please,” I whispered.
For a second, I felt him falter. I was no longer begging as his student or his good little girl. I was begging as the woman who loved him. The woman who wanted all of him, completely and wholly. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to squeeze his thick cock in my asshole. I wanted my cheeks to devour him just like my mouth, just like my pussy. I wanted him to know that every single part of my body was ready for him, his for the taking whenever he wanted.
I felt him lean forward and kiss the spot on my ass he’d bitten earlier, and I smiled into his desk and reveled in the sensation.
“Be a good girl for me, and fix yourself for the day. You have work to get done. Obey my commands, and your reward will be worthy of your services.”
I sighed in frustration, and my clit throbbed between my legs. I closed my eyes as I listened to Grant pick up the phone in his office, and I heard him talking to my father as I tried to gather myself.
“Alex, it’s Grant. Listen, I’m taking Crissy to a networking event after work tonight. It would do her some good to rub shoulders with these people. I just wanted to let you know that I was taking her. Yes, I’m aware of the date she had this weekend.”
I shot up off his desk and turned toward Grant. My eyes widened as I resituated my clothes, but all he did was pat his knee. I sat down on it and wrapped my arms around him, listening to the conversation as it continued.
“Yes,” Grant said. “If it runs late, I’ll let you know. No, she’ll be following me in her car, so she’ll go straight on home afterward. Just wanted to let you know she’s with me and not another one of your junior executives.”
I glared at him as he chuckled with my father. I couldn’t tell what my father was saying, but I was sure it was something about how idiotic and young I was. My father was always lumping me in a box like that—the forever party girl who wanted nothing in her life but boys and booze. Whatever my father was saying, I could tell it was getting to Grant. His fingertips were curling into my thigh, and I jumped out of his lap before his eyes shot up at me.
“Hang up,” I mouthed to him.
“Yep. I’ll get over to you later. We need to talk over some things anyway. Yep. Later on this week. Talk with you then.”
Grant hung up the phone, and I watched a menacing smirk light his face. I locked eyes with him, wanting to ask him what my father had said. But instead, his eyes flickered back to my desk before he nodded his head in its direction.
“Get on back to work, Miss Marks,” he said. “Lunch time’s almost over.”
“Of course, Mr. Jacobs.”
I turned around and made sure to make a show of swaying my hips for him. The b
utt plug was already causing me issues, making me drip me into my already soaking-wet panties. I made it back to my desk and sat in my chair, grinding down into it as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I fluttered my gaze open and saw Grant staring at me hard. Then he typed something on his computer before a message jumped up on my screen.
Remember your promise.
I groaned, laying my head on my desk. Grant chuckled from his office, but I didn’t care. I’d have to go all day with this fucking thing in my ass, dreaming about how it was there when I wanted it to be his cock. All day long, people called and left things on my desk. Every time I looked someone in their face, I was reminded of what they couldn’t see. They couldn’t see that I was his. They couldn’t see what he had stuffed in my ass. They couldn’t see my drenched panties that were now officially soaking the back of my skirt.
I sat at my desk the rest of the day just so I wouldn’t have to get up and risk showing anyone the wet fabric.
Then, finally, five o’clock rolled around. People were passing my desk and bidding me good-bye, and I sighed when the janitor finally came and went. The floor was clear, the lights were being cut off, and I looked up to see Grant staring at me. He had his hip leaned up against his desk, his cock standing proudly underneath his pants. The dark gaze of passion behind his eyes pulled me from my chair, and I shut down my computer before I grabbed my purse. His finger crooked, beckoning me into his office, but this time he didn’t have to ask me to shut and lock the door.
I did it on my own because I knew the wonderful pleasures that were coming for me.
The plug was swelling my asshole, and my clit was so swollen, it was rubbing against my panties. With every step I took, I jerked, and the grin on Grant’s face grew to new heights. He swirled his finger, asking me to turn for him, and when my ass met his gaze, he reached out and halted my movements. His hand grazed my ass, feeling the wetness that had bled through my panties. I could feel his massages, light and soft, caressing a moan from my that shook me to my core.
“I can’t wait any longer, Mr. Jacobs,” I said.
