Cater to Me
By
Vanessa Devereaux
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cater to Me
Copyright© 2012 Vanessa Devereaux
ISBN: 978-1-60088-736-9
Cover Artist: Sable Grey
Editor: Keynyn Brysse
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I took a deep breath as I pulled the catering van up outside the office building. Just five weeks in business and my niece had fucked things up big time. She’d delivered the sandwiches to the baby shower and the goodies intended for that client—complete with finger sandwiches, cupcakes in the shape of baby bottles and booties, and oh, yes, let’s not forget the large pink frosted cake topped with more baby decorations—to the business luncheon. The CEO had called me and demanded I get over to his office ASAP. So here I was literally shaking in my shoes.
I hadn’t met him, just his assistant who’d stopped by the store to place the order. “Make sure it’s delivered on time and that everything is perfect… No, make that better than perfect. Don’t in any way piss off Mr. Roberts or you’ll never work in this town again. However, do a great job, and you’ll be the number one caterer in the state.”
Not one to shy away from a challenge, I decided to go all out with his order. Forgetting about making much profit this time around, I’d opted for top-of-the-line ingredients for the sandwiches and pastries. Everything looked perfect, and I was more than proud when I’d loaded the food into the van for delivery.
I slapped my palm against my forehead. Stupid me for giving a job like this to my niece. I blame her head-in-the-clouds disposition on her mother’s side of the family and not my brother’s. However, she’s still my own flesh and blood, and everyone gets one free pass, right?
Glancing up at the building again, I gripped the steering wheel. I had to do this. As a new business owner I had to take the good with the bad. And how bad could Adam Roberts be?
I grabbed my purse, opened the van door, jumped out, and walked to the entrance without thinking about what lay ahead or how I was going to calm down the client.
A security guard stopped me on my way to the elevator.
“My name’s Amy Withers, from Cater To You, and I’m here to see Adam Roberts.”
“Just one minute.” He picked up the phone on the desk and pressed three numbers. “Mr. Roberts, there’s a Ms. Withers from Cater to You here to see you.”
He looked at me as I heard a man’s voice on the other end of the line.
“Okay, will do, yes, sir.” He put the phone back in the cradle. “Level 6, first door on your right as you exit the elevator.”
My sudden burst of confidence somehow went out the window as I rode up to the sixth floor. My legs shook, my palms grew sweaty, and by the time I knocked on the oak door with a brass plate that said Adam G. Roberts, CEO, I was a nervous wreck.
“Come in.”
His voice was deep…sexy. I pushed opened the door and stepped inside to see him writing at his desk. He didn’t say anything but continued scribbling. I swallowed. From what I could see of his face, holy shit, he was gorgeous. Dark hair, slightly tanned skin, strong jawline, broad shoulders…
He looked up. Long eyelashes, hazel eyes… “Are you just going to stand in the doorway ogling me or what?”
I swallowed. Nasty tongue, but what I wouldn’t give to have it in my mouth, and oh yeah, in my pussy too. “I’m Amy Withers, with the catering company you hired.”
He dropped the pen he was holding on the desk. “Yes, the guilty party.”
“Let me just say how sorry I am for the mix-up. I could blame my assistant, but I have to take full responsibility for this.”
“Can you imagine my embarrassment when we walked into the boardroom and saw a cake with a plastic stork and baby paraphernalia stuck in the garish pink frosting?”
I almost wanted to laugh at the way he’d called my cute little additions like booties and baby bottles ‘paraphernalia,’ but I knew this was a serious matter, and my reputation was on the line. I swallowed and took a few steps toward his desk. The closer I got the more I realized just how good looking he was and how he was eyeing me up and down. Good thing I’d opted to change out of my jeans and t-shirt and into my white blouse and black skirt. Judging by his business suit, he liked the professional look.
“I’m not only here to apologize in person but to ask what I can do to make this up to you…I mean, other than refunding your money.”
“Damn right you’re going to refund my money.” He stood, walked around to the front of his desk, and pressed his butt against its edge. He placed one ankle over the other before crossing his arms over his chest.
My heart beat faster, no longer from apprehension but from pure lust. My panties were getting damp and my pussy began somersaulting.
“Why don’t you have a seat?”
The chair was just a few inches from me, but I was sure my legs wouldn’t carry me even that far.
“Please,” he said, pointing to the chair.
I grabbed its arm, slid my butt into it, and crossed my legs, not realizing my skirt had ridden up. He looked at my thighs, and I glanced at his crotch. There was a bulge there, and suddenly I wanted to push him back flat on his desk, open his zipper, pull out his cock, and stick it inside me.
“Ms. Withers, you look miles away.”
“What, who… I’m sorry. It’s been a busy morning.”
“I asked how long you’ve been in business.”
“Just five weeks,” I said, suddenly regretting I’d added the just part to my response.
“First time in the catering business?”
“Yes, but I worked for two companies before I decided to launch my own.”
“What I did taste of the food was great.” He uncrossed his legs, and the bulge, if I wasn’t mistaken, had grown larger. I swallowed and licked my lips.
“Like I said, no charge, and also I’ll cater the next luncheon free of charge for you, and I’ll…” I stood, knowing I had to get out of this office before I jumped on him and ripped all his clothes off. Yeah, like things weren’t embarrassing enough for me already.
“Come here,” he said, beckoning me with his finger.
I took a deep breath, feeling almost compelled to do what he asked.
As I stepped closer he pulled on the front of my blouse and eased me in close to him. His face was mere inches from mine.
“You feel that spark of electricity too?” he asked.
I closed my eyes. Man, oh man, it wasn’t only me who was experiencing it. Thank god for that.
He grabbed my hand and pushed it down onto his crotch. He was hard…and big, and it was at that very second that I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied leaving the office until I’d had his cock inside me.
I kissed him while squeezing his dick.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked.
I nodded. Oh yeah, do I ever.
“Seeing how you messed up my catering order, I should send you away denying you your wish, but everyone deserves a second chance. However, you have to learn a lesson first.”
Anything, I almost begged him.
He took off his jacket, threw it across the room onto the leather couch, and didn’t take his eyes off me as unbuttoned the cuffs on his sleeves and rolled
them up. “Let’s step into the conference room, so I can teach you a few valuable things about being in business.”
He took my hand, pushed open his office door, and led me down the hallway. No one else was about but I didn’t ask why the place was so empty. We entered a large room with a corner table decorated with the baby shower goodies. Embarrassment washed over me again. He hit a button on the wall, and the drapes on the window closed. He turned on the overhead lights then dimmed them so the room was cast into almost darkness, but just enough light shone for us to see one another.
He turned to face me and pulled me in close. The tip of his erect cock twitched against my belly. “I’m going to teach you that if you do something wrong you have to pay the price.”
He ran his hands up my back and I put mine on his shirt so I could remove it. “Hey, I’m in charge here, not you. Take your blouse off for me.” He walked away and sat in the chair by the large oval desk in the middle of the room.
I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled the sides apart, glad I’d chosen to wear a lace bra and not the plain white one I usually wear with a white shirt. I peeled it off my shoulders and threw it on the floor.
“Now the bra, remove it.”
I reached behind my back, unclasped it, pulled it from my body, and let it fall on top of the blouse.
“Walk over to me.”
I did, fully aware he wasn’t taking his eyes off my breasts as I did so.
“Sit on the desk.”
I scooted up on it and let my feet dangle.
I thought he’d touch my nipples, play with my breasts, but he didn’t do anything but stare at them. They pulled and ached, longing for his touch.
Adam wheeled his chair closer to me. He placed his hand on my knee, inched it up under my skirt until it was on my thigh, and then edged it closer to my mound. He pushed the lace on my panties to one side and buried his finger in my pubic hair, pushing his finger down over my clit. I drew in my breath.
“Sensitive little nub; that’s good, because it will make your punishment all the more severe.” He pushed his finger around through my folds one more time until he finally touched my clit. He circled it and I parted my legs some more. He flicked at it and then slid his finger inside me.
“You like to climax?” he asked.
“Who doesn’t?”
He rubbed me, building up a friction I found almost overwhelming. I leaned back, thinking he was going to take me all the way, but when I began whimpering for more, he stopped and moved away. “Stand up and take your skirt and panties off.”
I wanted to slap him for not bringing me to climax but did as he said, first unzipping my skirt and letting it drop to the floor, then pulling the lace panties over my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of them. I was about to kick off my black pumps when he stopped me.
“I like a nude woman wearing heels,” he said. “Now lie flat on the table, and expect some more punishment.”
I turned around, climbed on the table, and lay flat on it. He walked over to me and took off his tie. At first I thought he’d bind my hands or legs, but instead he blindfolded me with it. I listened with anticipation as he slowly—painfully slowly—pulled down the zipper on his pants. I licked my lips like I was waiting to lick my favorite flavor of ice cream. Finally there was silence. I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next.
He took me by surprise when he kissed me and then took hold of my hand, pushing it inside his now-open pants.
I felt his cock. It was huge, hot, and slick with pre-cum. By pure instinct I spread my legs, thinking he was about to fuck me on the table, but instead he laughed and pulled my hand out of his boxers.
“Just think, if you hadn’t been a bad businesswoman you’d be getting fucked right now, but you have to wait, and I have to tease you.”
Although I was blindfolded, I could tell that he’d walked away because I’d heard footsteps on the wooden floor, but then I sensed he was back by the table and he’d placed something beside me.
I drew in my breath as something cold was applied to my left breast. I got a whiff of something and knew by the familiar butter-cream scent that it was some frosting from the stork cake.
Adam massaged it into my nipple, then moved his attention to my right breast and placed more icing onto it. He slathered icing down my belly, over my hips, and down each thigh. I felt sticky, but not quite as damp as the area between my legs, as he spread me open on the desk. He massaged the icing around my folds and then pressed a dollop of it up inside me.
“You know, on the cake it looks garish, but on you—well, it’s so becoming. But now, I’d like to give you my opinion on its taste.”
I sensed he’d gotten onto the table beside me. He began at my neck and kissed the hollow between my collarbones, then licked his way down my chest until his mouth surrounded my right nipple. He sucked it and then drew his tongue across it, making it hard and erect. I lifted my hands and flapped them around in the air, trying to find his head. When I did I raked my fingers through his hair as he turned his attention to my other nipple. He sucked and then teased it with the very tip of his teeth.
“So what’s the verdict?” I asked him.
“Nice tits, and the frosting isn’t bad either.” His tongue diving into my belly button took me by surprise, and his lips grazing my inner thighs made me sigh again.
“You’re going to have a sugar high after eating all this frosting,” I said.
“Yeah, it’s sweet, but I think the real treat is between your legs, not on them.” He pulled them apart, and his tongue lapped at my folds and my clit. Then Adam pushed his tongue up inside me and sucked.
“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
“Glad you like it.” I tried to reach for his head again but couldn’t quite find it, probably because it was now buried deep between my thighs.
I lay my head back, enjoying the pleasure he was bringing me, knowing I was heading for an orgasm. I pressed my feet onto the desk and tried raising my butt, but Adam held my thighs firmly down on the wood.
“You’re almost ready to come, aren’t you?”
So ready, so close that I could hardly get the words out to answer him, and instead I just groaned hoping he’d take me there and soon. Instead, he withdrew his tongue.
I sat up, knowing this was part of the punishment but at the same time wanting to beg him to continue so I could orgasm.
“Not much fun, is it, when you want to climax?” he said.
“I’ve learned my lesson, so just fuck me now, okay?”
He ran his hand up my belly. “Turn over for me.”
Obviously he believed in lots of torture.
I reluctantly flipped over, put my arms above my head, and rested my left cheek on the table.
“This is one cute little ass.” He ran his hands over it before dividing its cheeks and then running a finger down its center, letting one slide into my pussy. I was dripping. He must know how excited I’d become playing this game with him.
He pushed his finger higher up inside me and then withdrew it, repeating the process until I was lifting my butt up, finding joy at knowing that at least this time around he would allow me release.
I got close; my head began spinning, finding joy that my climax was…
He took out his finger, and I almost sobbed onto the desktop.
“You piece of shit,” I said.
He slapped my ass. “You’re the one who’s to blame, not me.”
He flipped me over, took the tie off my eyes, and then tied my wrists together before sliding me down the end of the table. “Sit up and spread your legs, but move your butt so your pussy’s hanging over the edge.”
“Only if you let me climax this time.”
“I’m making the rules.”
I swore under my breath but did as he said.
He stood in front of me and slid his pants down, letting them and his boxers fall to the floor.
I licked my lips, sure that my juices had dripped from me o
nto the floor when I saw his cock—erect, long, beautiful, and waiting for my pussy.
He took his cock in his hands and rubbed the very tip of it around my slit a few times.
“Fuck me and fuck me soon,” I pleaded.
He reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a condom, and sheathed himself.
At last, I wanted to shout. He pushed himself inside me, and my pussy stretched and pulled. He pumped into me and I tried to ease my body toward him, hoping I could climax before he decided to punish me some more.
I pounded Adam’s chest when he withdrew from me; he obviously felt my pussy clenching his dick and knew I was oh so close.
Disgusted with the whole situation, I fell back on the desk in defeat.
He eased onto it with me and kissed me. “What have you learned today?” he asked.
“One, don’t let your niece make important deliveries for you. Two, fuck up Adam Roberts’ order and he’s the meanest man in town, and three, that Adam Roberts has a huge cock but won’t use it to give me an orgasm.”
He laughed. “So how close have you been during our little game?”
“Close enough that I hate you.”
He unfastened my hands. “Lesson learned, and now the reward.” He got between my legs again and slid inside me once more.
If he didn’t let me climax this time I would dump the rest of the cake over his head and knee him in the balls.
I reached out and ran my hands down his belly as he began a slow and steady thrust into me. He pushed me back, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, sensing I’d been so well primed this afternoon that when I did climax the whole neighborhood would hear me.
My nipples pulled, my anus even pulsated as I sensed myself getting near the edge…
Then the door opened and there stood his assistant…the woman who’d come to the store and placed the order.
Adam stopped thrusting, but neither of us moved. Shit, would I ever get my orgasm?
“Ah, there you are; your father’s on line two. Oh, Ms. Withers, how nice to see you again.”
I blushed; I knew I did. Shit, that woman, if she made me miss out on my much-deserved big climax I’d kill her.
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