Chapter 6

It was a pink lace underwear. It was really fancy and skimpy, like the kind of underwear she saw on those skinny Victoria’s Secret models. Hell, he’d even gotten her perfect size.

She'd stared at it for a good amount of time, wondering whether to humor him or not. When had he bought the damn thing? He'd taken off her panties and claimed it as his own. Had he known that was going to happen? Thinking about it alone had given her a headache.

Tracing a finger around the lace hem, a smile had stretched her lips. All her favorite underwear combined had nothing on it. It was pretty and sexy and way too expensive just from the look of it. She could never afford something like this. Even if she could, there were a hundred other things she would rather have done with the money. Like say, pay her rent.

The office had a different ambiance the next day. She might've attributed it to the fact that it was her first day as the boss's mistress. The word left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Mistress. Who said that anymore these days?

She brushed the thought off as she exited the elevator, walking to her office. The emerald green dress she'd worn was a pencil mouth and she took elaborate steps so she wouldn't look like she was about to fly off.

Michael was sitting in her chair when she entered. She glanced at her watch. It was 7:55. She was early.

"Good morning." She said, walking to the desk and setting her bag on it. Looking around, the floor was empty. Since it was the top floor and restricted only to a particular set of employees, she didn't expect to see a crowd. Still, she always made it a point to arrive at least five minutes earlier than eight so she could fix up his schedule. Seeing him here was a surprise. "You're here early."

He smirked. "Are you wearing my gift?"

Quinn felt her cheeks burn. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lower lip.

"Don't do that." He said huskily.

She released her lip. "Yeah. It's really pretty."

"Oh, it's more than that."

He got up, approaching her. "I love your dress and I feel like I'll love it more with you out of it."

She backed away, her eyes flying around. "Michael. Someone could see us."

"So?" He backed her into a wall. "I'm not touching you." He glanced at her lips. "Yet."

Cornered, she put a hand on his chest to still him. "Michael. Behave."

Before she could stop him, he grabbed an ass cheek, pulling her flat against him so she could feel his arousal.

"You see what you do to me?" He whispered, bending down to lick her neck. "Can you feel how hard you make me?"

"Michael," The sound came out as a soft gasp when he bit down on her skin, and she immediately forgot what she was about to say. His hand on her ass squeezed tightly and his arousal pressed painfully against her abdomen. When she'd agreed to do this, she hadn't envisioned getting ambushed against the wall of her office, completely exposed to roaming eyes.

"I've been thinking of how good you'll taste." He said, his lips trailing down to her breasts. "Have you ever had your pussy ate?"

She shook her head, closing her eyes.

"Words, Quinn. I need to hear the words."

"No." She let out. "Never."

She felt him chuckled as his other hand squeezed her breast through her shirt. "Something about that makes me very happy."

Just then, the elevator tinged. By the time Quinn looked up, Michael was far away from her, at a distance that should've been illegal to get to at such a short time.

She cleared her throat, smoothing her dress. The man that passed threw a 'good morning' to them and walked away. She didn't recognize him, but then again she'd only been working there for a week. He didn't give them a second glance, not even when she returned his greeting.

After a few seconds, she looked to Michael with a sigh. "We could've been caught."

He shrugged. "But we weren't."

She sighed again, plopping down on her chair. She hurriedly printed his schedule she'd arranged yesterday, glancing through it before handing it to him. He took it from her, going through the paper.

"You have a meeting with the managing director of Hermies Inc by twelve. I'll bring you the documents you requested for the meeting by eleven after I analyze them."

"Alright." He said, meeting her eyes. "I know you said you didn't want anything from me, but I'd like to get you some new clothes and a few other things sometime this week. Fix it in my schedule, if you please."

She raised a brow. Trish's and Cassie's clothes were working just fine. Besides, after she got her salary, she could afford to buy a few clothes for herself. "That won't be necessary but thanks."

He backed away from her desk, smirking. "I wasn't asking, Quinn."

She didn't response, mainly because he was walking away from her.

"Oh, and," He suddenly called, turning his head. "You're coming with me to the meeting."

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"As I told you previously, getting the new software for your company ensures better proficiency and more adequate results and we are willing to do all these for just..."

It was a fucking vibrating underwear.

She felt it just as Michael was going on and on about whatever he was going on and one about. It started out slowly, tiny vibrations thrumming against her clit. She immediately bit down on her lip to stifle a cry of pleasure from bursting out. Pleasure like nothing she'd known exploded in tiny stars beneath her eyes and she was left with the horrible knowledge that she was going to cum in front of their clients and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

The vibrations slowly dwindled down and she released a small sigh of gratitude.

When she stared at Michael, he had a small smile on his face. So small, one would've missed it if they weren't looking closely. Her eyes travelled down and in the hands that rested on his laps was a small object. She squinted her eyes to look at it better and almost gasped when she saw a remote.

He was torturing her.

Quinn had wondered why he'd asked her to come with him to the meeting. She had other things to do, and she'd made it clear. His response had been, 'Fuck them. I need you to be there.'

So this was what he'd been...fuck.

The vibrations started again. The moisture leaking down her thighs was as uncomfortable as sleeping on a stone bed. She glanced around, relieved that everyone else's attention was captured by Michael and the offer he was presenting them. She gasped inaudibly, tightening her fingers into fists to keep herself from crying out. She was never taking anything from him again.

The clients began discussing between themselves and Michael turned his head to her. She saw the heated gaze filled desire and knew he was enjoying this.

"You're a fucking asshole.' She whispered, just as the vibrations gave her clit a quick jab.

He smirked, staring down at her quivering legs. "A very good investment."

"Oh, God, I'm a fool." She muttered. So stupid she hadn't bothered to check if there was a freaking vibrator in the stupid panties. "Stop it, Michael. This isn't funny."

"You don't think I'll press the button again? Dare me, Quinn."

She knew she was close. The vibrations got sharper, quicker. She glanced at him, hoping he would recognize the plea in her eyes and have mercy on her.

"Tsk tsk," He clicked his tongue. "Game, remember?"

She came. Oh, she came hard. Since their clients on all on one side of the table and she and Michael on the other, her hand shot out to grab one of his—the one controlling the remote. She quivered in her seat as quietly as she could manage, tears forming in her eyes.

Snatching the remote, she placed it on her lap, riding the wave. Her head was lowered so her tears wouldn't be visible, and she wiped at her eyes conspicuously before raising her head again.

"Miss..."

The MD of Hermies Inc was speaking to her.

"Faye. Quinn Faye."

He nodded. "Are you alright? You seem a little...disconcerted."

She blinked, wondering if he'd noticed her quivering. "I'm fine, thank you."

"What do you think about the new software?" He asked.

She glanced to Michael, not sure if she should answer and even more unsure of what she was supposed to say. Her eyes met the older man's again. "Uh, I'm just a secretary, Sir. I'm only here to observe and assist my boss when necessary."

Almost instantly, her clit began to tingle again, almost as if it recognized Michael as its boss too. Fucking traitor.

"Alright then. Assist me in making a decision. I'm interested in what you have to say."

She wasn't certain he was being serious. Taking another glance at Michael and accepting his nod as a go-ahead, she adjusted in her seat, internally telling her clit to shut the fuck up.

"Well, given the prestigious reputation of Hermies Inc, the least your clients expect from you is accurate and secured data and a whole lot of transparency. The new software 2.0 offers that and a lot more. The best there is out there. Though it cost slightly higher than the previous version which is efficient in its own right, it is the safest and best bet for your company. As a client, I would feel more comfortable knowing that my best interests are being looked after."

By the time the last word left her mouth, she realized how much she'd said. God, she'd gotten so carried away, the man probably already thought she was a blabbermouth. She forced herself to hold his gaze just because she left like she had to; she was a representative of the company anyway.

"Sold." The man suddenly said.

"Wait, what?" She said in surprise, her eyes darting around.

She watched Michael leaned across with a small smile as both men shook hands. What had just happened?

"Send me the documents once they are processed, Mr. Rhett. We will be happy to sign."

Michael nodded. "Call me Michael, please."

The shake ended and Michael signaled to her. She mindlessly followed behind him closely, walking to the door.

"Miss Faye?"

When she turned around, the MD was smiling at her. She took the liberty to access him closely now that the tension was over. He was a large man, probably in his early fifties. Grey hair splattered scantily across his temple and when he smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkled. He had warm eyes that seemed to tell a story. The thought made her smile in return.

"Yes?"

"You're a fine young woman. You remind me of my daughter."

"Where is she now?"

His eyes were sad. "She died three years ago. Cancer."

"I'm so sorry." She didn't know what else to say. At some level, she felt his pain, though she was sure she didn't know the half of it.

He smiled, giving her a cue to turn around and walk away. When she'd applied for the role of secretary, she hadn't been aiming at anything else. She supposed she could have if any of what just happened was anything to go by. This was the first time she was accompanying her boss to a meeting.

Granted, this boss might've just wanted to play with his newfound toy, it was something at least.

They walked in silence until they got into his limo. She'd inquired as to why they needed something so flashy for such a simple occasion and he'd responded by saying he hadn't bought a limousine for it to just be sitting pretty in his garage.

It was a reasonable answer but not reasonable enough to not make her shake her head at him. Rich people knew nothing about financial management. She'd never had that privilege. There was always a reason to never spend more than she needed to.

Now seated adjacent to him, she rested her back against the leather seat carefully as Michael signaled to the driver to drive. She looked around. The entire place was way too polished for her liking. The seats shone brighter than her future and she was almost to rest against it for fear of leaving a stain or worse, a scratch.

"It doesn't bite, you know."

He was looking out the window, a finger resting beneath his jaw.

She swallowed, "It's just really...sparkly."

He chuckled, finally facing her. "You did good in there. I'm really proud of you."

She gasped dramatically. "Are you perhaps complimenting me, Michael Rhett?"

He rolled his eyes, but she could see the smile on his face. "So, did you like my present?"

She immediately scowled. "Piece of shit." She mumbled.

"I'll take that as a yes." He inched closer to her. "Spread your legs."

"What?"

"I want to see how wet you are."

Flummoxed, she gazed at him. It was ridiculous how much she didn't want to protest at the command. She wanted this. She leaned back, taking her time to get comfortable before bunching her skirt around her waist so she could spread her legs.

"It's completely wet." He said to himself, like he was thinking out loud. "You're completely wet."

He balanced himself between her open legs, tracing a finger around her pussy through the damp lace material. "I've been wondering what it would feel like to taste you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you."

She didn't say anything in response; there was no reasonable reply to something like that. So she laid there and closed her eyes, focusing on the movements of his finger on her skin.

Michael dragged the panties down her hips in one swift move. She gasped instinctively, her eyes flying open.

"What are you doing?" She asked in surprise. "The driver could hear us."

"I'm paying him to drive. I'm not interested in anything else so long as he doesn't interrupt my meals." He said.

If he'd just implied that she was food, it didn't matter because she didn't acknowledge it. He was the boss anyway, as he never failed to remind her. He knew what he was doing.

Quinn relaxed, taking a deep breath. It was weird how much she trusted him with her body. She knew he knew what he was doing. She couldn't remember if she'd ever given anyone so much control over her.

His hot breath on her pussy dragged her out of her reverie. Given how much strain her clit had been on just a few minutes ago, the pulsing hasn't stopped. When his breath fanned her clit, she moaned.

"This is the prettiest pussy I've seen in my life." He whispered, running a finger up her wet slit. "Is it always clean-shaven or did you doll it up just for me?"

Quinn didn't like hair there. It itched her, especially when it was full and when she peed, it retained moisture. So she made it a duty to shave every week. Hearing him say that made it all worth it.

"I don't like hair." She said then paused for a second before saying, "But it's all for you."