Secret Pet

by Jamie Knight

  The rate of Mr. Coleman’s deep breaths speeds up. I can see the hatred filling his eyes. But the coolness of his voice doesn’t change. “Fine. We will talk here. Miss Burmmell, please go back to your workstation in accounting.”

  Mandy is out of the booth and across the room before I can tell her to stay. She moves like a rabbit fleeing a predator.

  Mr. Coleman takes a seat in the booth across from me, setting his hands on the table and clasping them. “There are two things I wanted to talk to you about, Mr. Keeley. It was best done in private, but if you are insistent about not going to my office then we will do this here, in public.”

  I place both my hands on the table, mimicking his posture then open one slightly in a gesture for him to continue. Coleman is obviously a bully, and I have no problem manipulating bullies.

  “First of all, you have not gotten the paperwork for the background checks on your team to HR. It was due last week.”

  I grunt, cutting him off. “The paperwork is not necessary. My team has been my team for years. They do not require background checks.”

  “Kane and Ashton were very clear that all new employees need thorough background checks. You are keeping me from doing my job.”

  “The members of my team are not new employees. The merger between myself and McKenzie Tech is quite clear that my team stays as is. And I can assure you that I have done extensive background checks on them all. If that will be all, I need to get back to work.”

  “That is not all.” Jered’s voice is hard. He’s really pushing it, trying to dominate me. “The second thing I wanted to talk to you about is the way that you are using Miss Burmmell. Running cables is not in her job description. She is an accountant, not menial labor. If you need help, you will tell me, and I will send over one of the janitors.”

  The man’s face is hard. His breathing is still rapid. The way I am reacting to him is bothering him… a lot. Good. I do not like this guy at all.

  With the way that Mandy reacts to him, I know that their past still affects her. That bothers me — like an itch I can’t scratch. There is a chance that she used to love this man. There is a chance that she still does. That makes me furious. It shouldn’t, but it does. Mandy is my pet, not his.

  “Miss Burmmell has agreed to help me. Everyone has agreed. I don’t see why your objections matter, Mr. Coleman.”

  His face pales as his eyes blaze. “I do not want Mandy running cables with you.” His professional tone is now dropped. The fact that this has to do with their past is even more apparent. Jered stutters slightly aware that he just revealed himself and his real intentions. “I mean, Miss Burmmell. Rumors are going around that what you two are up to isn’t just cabling.”

  “Of course,” I state coolly. “She has also been kind enough to help me move some desks and chairs around. She has been very helpful with the layout of my new office.”

  His hands pull into fists. “The rumors are that you two are dating, which would be against company policy. And having liaisons on company time would result in firing.”

  “You cannot fire me,” I snort.

  “Mandy could get fired. Do you want that?!”

  Casually, I looked him up and down. “I expect you do, Mr. Coleman. I expect that you would rather see her fired then dating someone else.” It’s a jump, but my feelings tell me that it’s true.

  “So, you admit that you are dating?!” he snaps.

  I chuckle enjoying the look of scorn on his face. “Not at all. I don’t date.” Sliding out of the booth, I stand, giving him one more cold glance. “My business is mine, Mr. Coleman. I expect you to stay out of it.” Before he can answer, I walk away.

  Chapter Eleven

  Mandy

  Three weeks later…

  I didn’t expect this thing with Christian to go on this long. I’ve started telling myself every morning when I get ready for work, to not expect him to call me down to the basement. Every day I figure that he’s gotten his fill of me and my body and plans to move on. And yet, each day when I get into work, there is a message on Watercooler from “Master” or a message on my voicemail telling me to get changed and come downstairs. Sometimes he even wanders up to the fifth floor to collect me, say hello to Eileen, and pet the pugs.

  I try to not make a big deal of it. There is no way I am giving my heart to another man. And with the way that our situation started — with the threat of blackmail — I don’t quite trust Christian. We never do anything but fuck, set up desks, and lay cables. Talk between us is either dirty or without depth — nothing a real relationship could be built on, and that is fine with me. This fling, even though it is just physical, has been the best of my life.

  I pause in the doorway when Christian calls me down to the annex today and look around. The basement is starting to really look like an office. For some reason, I take pride in that. Sure, this isn’t my usual type of work, moving desks and setting up cables — not to mention all the non-work-related work Christian and I have done — but overall, looking at our progress makes me happy.

  There are five members of Christian’s research and development team. Each member has a desk set up for them now and hookups ready for their computers. We arranged the desks into a star-like formation at one end of the annex. The other end is still occupied by the old conference table. I asked Christian if he was going to use it. He told me that they probably wouldn’t, but he still wants to keep it. It seems sentimental, or I want to think that it is, but in reality, I don’t think Christian is the sentimental type.

  “Okay. Up!”

  I look over at my boss. He’s leaning against the desk in the middle of the star-like formation. Not sure what he wants, I shrug slightly. He unfolds one of his arms and pats the top of the desk.

  “You have to be kidding.” It’s not that I have a fear of heights or anything, I’m just not the type to go scampering up furniture like a squirrel or a child.

  “Come on.” He gives me a big grin. “I’m not kidding at all. We need to drop a cable down from the ceiling for Rodney’s computer. So, the guys aren’t always tripping on cords. It won’t take much time at all. Then we can move on to more…fun things.” He moves his eyebrows up and down in an exaggerated manner. It makes me giggle.

  “Fine.”

  I have new work clothing on. I spent way too much money on outfits, but after a few days, I didn’t want Christian to constantly see me in my old jeans and t-shirts — not that they ever stayed on for long. So, I went out to buy things I thought were cute. My overalls for today hug my curves so tight that I can’t move in them well. That might be a problem, but with the way that Christian is eyeing my body, they will probably come off pretty quick, which is just as I planned.

  He holds the desk chair still while I put my foot on it and use it as a step to climb to the top of the desk. As expected, my tight pants pull and fight the movement of my thighs, but I ignore it. My butt looks great in these things, and I know that Christian is staring at it right now.

  “So, what now?” I keep my back to him. I want him to keep enjoying the view of my assets.

  He reaches up and squeezes one of my butt cheeks. I lean into his touch, hoping that our real work is done before we even get started. But to my disappointment, with his free hand, he passes up a hammer and a metal loop.

  “I have a bunch of these,” he tells me with his eyes still looking at my backside. “You hammer in the nail-looking part, run the cable through, and then close the loop. Got it.”

  I love how mesmerized he seems to be. These overalls were a good buy. Taking the hammer and loop from his hands, I reach up to the ceiling — taking a pose that pushes my butt more into his face. As I glance back, he plants a quick kiss on my rump. The gesture makes me smile ridiculously.

  “Are you sure this needs to be done right now?” I tease, shaking my hips.

  “Mmmm-hmmm. If you get it done quickly, I will reward you, pet.”

  I give him an exaggerated sigh and turn back to the ceiling
. There is a problem. The panel that I need to attach the loop to is just out of my reach. I don’t want to make a big deal about it because I want to get this done and move on, so I stretch my arms out and go up onto the tips of my toes. My balance is off. I waver a little.

  “Problem, pet?” Christian has both of my butt cheeks trapped in his hands now. His grip massages them in a way that makes me want to get my task done even quicker.

  I stretch up further. “No, I got this.”

  The stupid metal loop is almost against the panel. The point of the nail part slides back and forth a bit, but if I give it one hard hit with the hammer, it should go in fine. I line up the hammer, swing it back and then forward.

  “What the hell!”

  I glance over to Jered. He’s standing in the doorway to the basement, glaring at the two of us, but mostly at the fact that Christian has his hands on my ass.

  The hammer crashes into my hand — my swing off from the interruption. Pain runs through all my fingers. “Oh, fuck!!” The pain in my hand throws off my delicate balance.

  Jered rushes over. His eyes blaze with anger. His hands are balled into fists. Christian stares at him calmly.

  “This is completely inappropriate!” Jered screams. “Climbing on desks is not allowed. It’s too dangerous. Ms. Burmmell could be hurt.”

  Ms. Burmmell is hurt! My hand throbs making my eyes water, but I don’t want to cry, not with Jered around. I’ve already given him too many tears in my lifetime. Pressing my hand to my chest, I can’t think straight. I can’t get my balance. The room spins, but not in a good way. My feet slip out from under me.

  Strong hands grab me and pull me into strong arms. Christian slips one arm under my legs, pulling me close into his chest.

  “She is hurt,” he snaps at Jered, “and it was your interruption that caused her injury. Get out of my office, Mr. Coleman, and never come back.”

  Jered eyes me, obviously hating that I am cuddled into another man’s arms. Not that I care what he thinks. He had his chance. Stupidly, he reaches out to try and take me from Christian. I wiggle away from his hands, wrapping my arms around Christian’s neck.

  “I’m going to talk to Kane about this,” Jered snaps. “You two cannot be acting this way.”

  “I don’t know what you think you saw, but we were doing exactly what I told you we were — setting up my office. Now please leave!” The demand in Christian’s voice is hard and cold. Jered stutters, starting to say something else, but Christian cuts him off. “Leave, or I will call security!”

  “I’m going to talk to Kane about this,” Jered mutters, but he turns and leaves the annex.

  As soon as he is gone, we both take a deep breath. My hand is still throbbing like crazy. I pull it into my chest and wrap it tightly in my other hand. I start rocking a bit, trying to deal with the stinging.

  I expect Christian to set me down, but he doesn’t. He holds me closer, kissing the top of my head repeatedly. “Are you okay, baby?” he whispers as he carries me over to his desk chair, sits down, and starts rocking me back and forth.

  His words startle me slightly. He’s always just called me pet. Never baby.

  “Do you need to go to urgent care? I can have my car brought around for us right away.”

  The fact that he’s planning to go with me startles me as well. It’s like he really cares. The thought makes my heart start to beat faster. I find myself blushing and setting my head in the curve of his neck so I can smell his cologne. Another smile pulls up my lips when I know that it shouldn’t or that now is not the time. However, all these other things I am feeling in my body make me forget about my hand, which has stopped throbbing.

  “I think I’m okay.” Putting my hand out in front of me, I look it over for damage.

  Christian shifts positions but keeps me wrapped tightly against him. He frees a hand, takes mine, and gently squeezes each of my fingers then each part of my palm.

  “Nothing seems to be broken, but you will probably have a bruise.”

  I nod. When I start trying to get up, he pulls me back, rocking me more. Since he doesn’t seem ready to let go, I relax into his arms and breath in his scent again. Being held like this feels like heaven, but I can’t quite relax. I find myself glancing at the door.

  “Do you think he’s going to make a big fuss?”

  Christian grunts and I can feel the vibrations of it in his chest. “I don’t really give a damn.”

  I want to ask him if he wants to be public about our relationship. I want to ask him if we are in a relationship, but I can’t find the words, so I stay silent.

  “It’s Friday,” Christian states. “Let’s get out of here. We’ve been working hard. We deserve to leave early today.” He sets me down on my feet. “I’ll email Sloane that you're done for the day.”

  I stand there, stupidly. We’ve never gone anywhere together. All our liaisons have happened at the office. “Where are we going?” I get myself to mumble.

  “Home. I think you should spend the night.”

  My whole body feels frozen. I don’t move while Christian packs up his laptop. He grabs the bag with my work clothing in it and my purse and hands both to me. It takes me a few seconds to take them and follow him to the door.

  He wants me to spend the night. I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what is happening. Are we in a relationship now?

  Chapter Twelve

  Mandy

  I don’t know what I was expecting, but Christian’s penthouse surprises me. For some reason, I had been imagining him living in a basement somewhere. But no, he just works in one. His home is actually very nice. It’s the top floor of a reputable building in Manhattan with good views and lots of square footage. He didn’t exactly give me a tour, but what I saw from glancing around is that his décor is pretty conservative — antiques mixed in with a few comfy pieces. There are quite a few windows, but it looks like he keeps the blinds drawn most of the time.

  When we arrive, he wastes no time in pulling me into the master suite. In seconds, my clothing is off and piled in a heap on the floor.

  “Beg me, pet,” Christian growls. He’s nude as well. His muscular body on display just for me.

  His huge, steely cock is right in front of my eyes since I am down on my knees on the carpet. Just the sight of it makes my pussy ache with anticipation. I want him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I want him in control of my body until I can’t even think straight.

  “Fuck my mouth, sir,” I beg, licking my lips. “I am your toy. Do with me what you will.”

  The light in his sky-blue eyes is strong. His desire is plain to see. Knowing that he wants me as much as I want him makes me even hotter.

  “I like you on your knees, pet. Lean forward. Hands behind your back.”

  I do as commanded, clasping my palms together and lifting my arms straight behind my back. Christian grabs my hands in one of his own and pulls my arms up further. It hurts slightly, but I love being in his grasp. Roughly, he ties my wrists together then winds the excess of the leather cord up my arms cinching my forearms tight.

  “Sit up,” he orders.

  I lean back letting my hair fall around my shoulders. With my arms bound behind me, my back is arched, and my breasts thrust forward. Being this captured makes me feel sexy. Playing along, I look up at him with my lashes lowered trying to act innocent.

  Christian sets a hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair. At first, he is gentle, then he grabs a hunk of my strands, pulling them back and away from my face, and making them into a leash. He pulls my face up until my head is arched back some.

  “Open your mouth,” he orders. His words are strained and gruff.

  His hard cock hits my lips. Opening my mouth just enough for it to slip in, I taste his rod and lick up a slight dribble of precum. The anticipation today has been too much. Both of us are crazy with desire. So, he fucks my mouth roughly, gripping one of my cheeks with one hand and my ponytail with the other. I trace my tongue u
p and down his length as it slams in and out of my mouth. I can feel him swelling already. He’s fighting his release.

  Christian grunts. He pulls back slightly so that just the tip of his cock is between my lips.

  “Ugh. This won’t do,” he grumbles. “I can’t wait, pet. You have me too hot. I need you on the bed now.”

  I lick around his cockhead one more time and look up at him, letting it slip from my mouth. “Take me, sir. I’m begging you to fuck me hard. I need your cock.”

  He picks me up by the waist, like my weight is nothing to him, and plops me down on the bed ass first. My arms are bound behind me. My legs spread eagle; my pussy on display and ready for him. Changing positions slightly, I open my legs wider for him, practically begging for his cock. The anticipation is killing me.

  I can hear the sounds of Christian moving behind me, but I don’t turn to watch him. Plastic crinkles as he unwraps a condom. My mouth waters as I know he is sliding it on his dick. I hear his heavy steps as he stalks towards one of the cabinets and opens a drawer. His breathing is hard, loud, and excited.

  When he returns to the bed, there is a leather paddle in his hand. He slaps it onto the tops of my thighs. The sting makes my whole body quiver, shaking me almost off-balance. The heat that blooms where the paddle smacked causes my pussy to get wetter.

  “Yes,” I moan. “Punish me, sir. Punish me hard.”

  His fingers trace over my stinging skin. “What do you need punishment for, pet?”

  “For not sucking you to completion. Punish me for not taking your cum and swallowing it.”

  He chuckles slightly, his voice a low grumble. “That was my fault, not yours, but I will gladly make you pay for getting me too hot.” A grin lights up his whole face. “In fact, yes, let's do that. I’m going to make you ride me.”

  I shift up to my knees, quickly and excitedly making room for him to lay down on the bed. When his large body is spread out, his hard cock sticks up enticingly. Setting the paddle on the mattress next to him, Christian grabs my hips and lets me shift on top of him. I slide down his cock as fast as I can, taking its long length inside of me. Only then is my pussy happy. I hold for just a second, feeling the fullness of having him buried in me. It brings a blissful ache that runs through my whole body.