Reynolds cleared his throat, introducing the topic we'd be talking about today and going over some announcements, like he did at the start of every class, and a moment later, my phone buzzed.
I swallowed hard, wanting to ignore it … but I couldn't ignore the warmth pooling between my legs. So, I turned the brightness on my phone all the way down and opened the message from Everett's dad. : I have something for you. My heart raced, and I drew my knees together. Mr. Williams had something for me. : Be a good girl and play with yourself back there during my presentation, and maybe I'll give it to you when class is over. I swallowed hard, staring down at the message. Oh my God. My pussy was already throbbing, aching to have him inside of me again. I felt like a schoolgirl in a fucking porno, seducing the teacher, playing with myself as everyone looked at him, but he only looked at me. Where would he take me this time? Over this desk when we were finished? In one of the many empty bedrooms at his house? Maybe on his office desk in the middle of the workday while everyone listened. My cheeks flushed. I typed and retyped my message to him about ten times, unsure about how I should respond to him. "And no cell phones, Miss Mila." Professor Reynolds stood in front of my desk, arms crossed over his chest, giving me a pointed stare. My cheeks flushed a deeper red, and I parted my lips to say something-anything at all--but he stopped me. "Do you want me to take the extra credit point away from you?" My eyes widened, and I stuffed my phone into my backpack. "No, sir, sorry." My gaze flickered to Mr. Williams. "It won't happen again. Mr. Williams has my full attention." After Reynolds introduced Mr. Williams as the CEO of CloseNet Engineering, Mr. Williams placed his phone down on the podium in front of him and started his boring lecture about what an entrepreneur really was and how much work it really took and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. All I did was sit there, staring at him from the back of the classroom, with his son right next to me and ground my legs together, needing to feel some type of friction between my thighs. My eyes closed briefly, and when I reopened them, he was staring right at me, his eyes flickering to my legs. I crossed my arms over my chest, brows furrowing together, and tugged lightly on my nipples through my bra without drawing Everett's unwanted attention to me. My lips parted, a rush of pleasure hitting my core. I moved my hips slowly against the chair, just needing Mr. Williams to be inside of me. I hadn't stopped thinking about him since last week. All I had imagined was his big cock sliding down my throat, sitting on his desk, getting pounded by the CEO of Dad's company. I gnawed on the inside of my lip and pulled out my phone. I should've been giving Mr. Williams my full attention … but I wanted to have his full attention, and I knew the perfect way to do that. So, I hid my phone under the desk, scrolled through my private photo album, and chose a picture I had sent Everett a while ago. It was me in a schoolgirl skirt and a tight white tank top. My nipples were pressed against the material, and everything-I mean, everything-was on full display to him. After pressing my knees together, I sent the message. His phone buzzed against the hardwood podium. He paused, gazing down at it, and clenched his jaw. His breath hitched, and for a moment, I swore he stumbled over his words. "There are"-he grasped the top of his tie, tugging on it just enough-"barriers …" I sucked in a deep breath. All I wanted him to do was step out from behind the podium and show me how hard my picture had made him. I gazed down at my phone, about to send him another picture, when Professor Reynolds appeared at my desk. I quickly tapped on the home button, my text messages disappearing, and stared up at him with wide eyes. "Give me the phone, Mila," he said, trying to stay quiet, but the whole class had heard him. I pressed my lips together, shutting it off so he couldn't go through it, and placed the phone in his hand. "I'm disappointed in you. Your extra credit has been forfeited." My eyes widened, and I cursed myself. There went passing this class. Mr. Williams gave me a small, hidden smirk from the podium, and I slouched down in my seat. He continued his stupid lecture for the next fifteen minutes while I sat in my seat, arms crossed over my chest, panties soaked. The pressure had dissipated, yet that linger had remained. That linger of a promise. Mr. Williams had something for me, and I had done as he asked. Well, sorta. By the way he continued to gaze at me with those dark, dangerous eyes … it was enough for that linger to grow until I had the urge to push my hand back under the table again and touch myself in front of everyone for him. But I didn't. Instead, I sat in my chair like a good girl and tried my hardest to stop thinking all these dirty thoughts about him. When class was over, I gathered all of my belongings, stuffing them inside my backpack. Everett bashed Professor Reynolds to me for him taking my phone, but I just told Everett I didn't care that it happened and hoped to God he'd leave before his father did. All the other students the class, but I waited behind as Mr. Williams and Professor Reynolds talked. I needed that damn phone before anyone went through it. They would find out everything. Everything. All my deepest secrets will be exposed.Reynolds gazed at me for a long moment, nodding his head to Mr. Williams and then handing him my phone. Reynolds gathered his belongings and walked right out of the room. Everett lingered by the door.Mr. Williams gazed over at him. "I'll meet you back at the house for dinner," he said. "I need to talk to Miss Mila beforehand about"-he held up my phone-"this. Don't wait up for either of us."Everett nodded his head and left the room, leaving me alone with Mr. Williams in a deserted college business class. He walked to the front of the desk, leaned against it, and crossed one leg over the other.I huffed to myself and trudged over to him, trying not to look too excited about this. Because I wasn't. I really, really wasn't. Definitely wasn't.I stared up at him, gaze lingering on the bulge in the front of his pants.He held up my phone. "Do you think that the little stunt you pulled was funny?" he asked, brow raised."Depends," I said, batting my lashes at him. "Did it make you ha
He pressed his lips against my ear, sucking the skin. "He wouldn't like that, would he?" When I didn't say a word, he curled his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him. "Would he?""No," I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.I gazed out the door window, watching people walk by in the halls. No, there wasn't a class in here after … but people loved to study in the empty classrooms. And … I had no doubt that someone would glance into this one, hoping to find an empty classroom but finding Mr. Williams thrusting his fingers into my tight, wet pussy instead."We have to stop," I breathed out. "We … we can't …""Do you want your father finding out?" he asked in my ear. "About everything?"I furrowed my brows and shook my head, heart racing in my chest. "No.""No, you don't." He tugged on my hair, fingers still moving fast inside of me. "That's why you're going to take off your pants, sit on this desk, and spread your legs wide for me."After pulling his hand out of my
It was Friday night, one week into my internship under Mr. Williams, and it was not what I was expecting. I expected him to sneak me into his office between every meeting and have his way with me, not give me piles upon piles of work to do."You're not finished with your hours for today, Mila," Mr. Williams said to me just as I said good-bye to him to leave for the weekend.He gestured to the door, and I shut it behind me and stared at the great CEO behind the desk. He cocked one finger in my direction and patted the desk next to him. "Come here."After blowing out a deep breath and trying to ease the ache between my legs that wouldn't go away all week, I sauntered over to the side of his desk and gazed down at him. "What do you need help with, Mr. Williams?" I asked, trying to keep this as professional as I could. He hadn't touched me all week.He hadn't flirted with me all week. He had barely looked at me all week. But today … today, I could see that he needed to be relieved and
Dad chuckled and brushed it off as if it was nothing because that's what it was. To him, Mr. Williams and I were just that-boss and employee. Nothing more and definitely nothing less. He was to show me how to run a company, and I was to get my shitty-ass grade up.Someone's phone buzzed on the desk, and Dad stood. "Let me take this," he said. "It'll be a moment."The office door closed, and Mr. Williams pushed out his seat to stare down at me.He leaned down slightly and pushed his hand into my skirt. "How're you doing down there?" he asked, fingers thrusting up into my pussy. "Being a good girl for me. Sucking me off. Getting your pussy sopping wet for me."A rush of heat warmed my core, and I nodded. "I need you," I whispered. "I've been waiting all week for you to pull me into your office."Mr. Williams's gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips and back. "God, Mila, if I could, you'd be in my office every day like this."He crashed his lips hard onto mine and gave me a taste o
During one meeting Mr. Williams was heading, I was taking notes as usual when a flicker from my phone screen lit up the room. Feeling bored I swiped it down, opening the message. It was from Everett. He'd been much more attentive, lately. My eyes studied the selfie of him bare chested, his sinewy muscles naturally protruding, pulling his belt downward, just barely revealing his dark path to paradise. He was trying to entice me. Everett: Pick you up after work? Normally, this would have set me on fire; it used to be exactly what I wanted but now, all it did was cause me trouble. This was just another test. The pictures and messages were becoming increasingly risqué. He knew something was up as I'd been more distant, but never in his wildest dreams would he think the other man was his father...Mr. Williams suddenly snapped me out of my daze with his baritone voice. Noting my obvious distraction, he circled around my desk like a wolf with its prey. I was both sexually enticed and
After work, I was surprised when Everett showed up, driving his navy blue five series BMW at the company entrance. "Hi, baby," he said, handing me a bouquet of flowers. His behavior was out of character but then I gasped suddenly remembering his text and that I hadn’t answered him. It was all Mr. Williams' fault. Damn it! As I stepped toward the sidewalk my legs were still sticky from our earlier encounter. I gulped, holding my throat. I wasn't only nervous about hiding my feelings around Everett, but I was still turned on. What was I supposed to do now?It would have felt incredible to be pounded by Mr. Williams but then he made me work on purchase reports, of all things. This was wrong. I knew it, but I couldn’t control myself. My boss was like a drug to me and his son paled in comparison. I was lost in thought, standing in front of Everett when I realized we weren’t alone. Next to me was my colleague Evelyn, who crossed her arms, staring at Everett then back in my dire
Though he'd been distracted moments before, Everett leaned into my space. I could tell he was drunk, especially when he suddenly kissed me. Feeling dazed, I pushed him away."What are you doing?" I asked him, slurring my speech. He laughed. "What do you mean? You came with me for a reason." "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, holding my pounding head. "I already told you I didn’t want to go out.” "Yeah, but here you are," he said, taking another gulp of beer. Voices picked up as I sought to comprehend what he was saying. Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him as he continued."You know, everyone said I could conquer any virgin with the BMW I have." My heart began to pound as my cheeks flushed. I was pissed off that he thought all it took was a car to get me to spread my legs. I burned to tell him the truth about who I really was. "What the hell are you talking about? Firstly, I'm not a virgin.""You're not a virgin?" he asked, sipped then scoffed. "That's n
"I lost my phone. I was here last night, and I think I must have dropped it or something." "Oh, it was taken by the group of friends you were with yesterday." I burned with anxiety. My supposed group of friends were Everett and his compatriots, people I didn't even know. My resistance to Everett's advances had only angered him yesterday-that much I knew for sure. What if Mr. Williams happened to text me when the phone was in Everett's hands? Swallowing hard, I thanked the bartender as I felt prickles of pins and needles in my chest. This was wrong; my vision was tunneled as I imagined what was the next best move. "Ada, can I use your phone? I need to call Everett." My mouth felt like it had cotton in it as I dialed. Ring...ring...ring...ring...ring. He never answered but I wasn’t surprised.I held my chest, feeling my stomach drop. My face must have been pale as a ghost as I tried not to faint. Pulling on my hair, I began to pace. I could feel cold sweat trickle down t
I didn't want to lose him but this was stupid."You say this is a negotiation, but it seems more like a contract. I'm familiar with those now. It was you who taught me to read the fine print."Saying that pissed him off just like I knew it would. I turned from him and ran upstairs. I felt utterly alone and closed off from the world. Mr. Williams was hot as fuck, but I didn't feel comfortable with this. We had fun being spontaneous and if I was completely honest with myself, the unknowing was sometimes part of the enticement.Texting Ada, I wanted to hear some words of encouragement.Me: What are you up to? Have any pictures you can send me?I wanted anything to distract me from the discomfort that he'd just dumped on me. What a dick to make this into an ultimatum. He wanted me to call him Daddy, but that was all I was going to do. If he wanted me to call him master, that was different.Whenever Ada is with Everett, she doesn't respond to me so I wasn't surprised when I checked a
The next day, Ada came to the hospital. I could tell she had been crying for a long time. Her face was puffy and streaked and her eyelids were swollen.My heart felt heavy with guilt."I'm sorry, Ada. It was my carelessness that caused everyone to blame you.""Huh? Nobody blamed me. Mr. Williams was there to help me feel better. I was just worried sick about you.”"But Everett seemed so resentful toward you about it. That didn't bother you?"Ada shrugged and stared at the floor. Then she picked her head up and looked directly into my eyes."I have to tell you something," she said. She bit the corner of her mouth, fidgeting."Ada, what's wrong?" I asked.Everett came around the corner just as Ada was about to speak. When he entered the room, she curled back into herself and buttoned her mouth. What was it that she wanted me to know that Everett couldn't hear?"Mila, I'm here to bring you home!" he said excitedly. His words of comfort and energy were exactly what I wanted to he
I barely flinched as they injected me. An orderly helped me onto the bed, flipping his stethoscope over his head, sliding in the earpieces and listening to my chest."Her lungs aren't wheezing as badly but we aren't out of the woods yet. Let's get the treatment going."The doctor gave me more epinephrine shots and administered my nebulizer. The steamy tube of albuterol began to open my lungs. The sensation of relief was indescribable. I was going to live!Though the drugs had my body running high on adrenaline, I slowly began to feel my immune system calm down. My breathing leveled out, though my throat was in pain.Everett was pacing in the ward, holding one hand on his forehead. When he saw that I was more present, he walked over to me."Mila, you're alright.""Thank you, Everett," I said with a scratchy voice. "You remembered my inhaler and EpiPen."He nodded and smiled, exhaling in relief. Ada then rushed into the room, looking back and forth at me and the machines monitori
Once we were in a more private area, she leaned closer so we could talk quietly."Did Everett say something to you again? I'll kill that bastard," she said, punching her fist into her palm."No, no. This has nothing to do with him. It's something worse than that," I whispered. My lips were trembling as a spell of vertigo hit me. Ada gripped my shoulders, steadying me on my feet."Oh, God. Are you pregnant?" she asked with a straight face. Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile."Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in.""Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders."They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site."Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly
"I think that's a really bad idea, Ada. We're guests here on vacation. What if I was caught snooping around? That's not only rude but crossing personal boundaries. It could get us in trouble, not to mention Mr. Williams disowning me.""Okay, okay, fine," she said, putting her hands up and slumping her shoulders in defeat. She sure likes to learn about gossip, and I couldn't help but see her point of view. In my heart I had a wicked desire to find out, too. I didn't think it would be possible to keep it at bay for much longer.Once everyone was cleaned up, we decided to go outside and eat lunch on the back patio. As we indulged in the yummy food, my parents took turns asking me why I came back alone the night before."I ended up–" I began. But before I could finish, I was interrupted."We all decided–"Ada said, then stopped."It was my fault. It–" Everett butted in.The three of us exchanged awkward glances, realizing how uncoordinated and disorganized our answers were. If only w
Mila's POV::My stomach was in knots, knowing Ada thought of me as a rat. Not only that, but I left her alone, in the middle of the night at a strange place. Then Mr. Williams scolded her; everything was a mess. But none of that mattered because she was my best friend, and I needed us to be okay.Ascending the stairs, I held my breath then softly knocked on her bedroom door."Go away!" she said in a hissing whisper. Sighing nervously, I leaned closer. This was going to be difficult to have a covert conversation through a closed door. What if my parents heard us?"I'm sorry, Ada," I whispered as loudly as I could, "I'm just worried about you. Did something happen? Was Everett there or did he leave you?"As I waited for her answers, Everett sloppily walked up the stairs, expertly inserting himself into our conversation. He leaned against her closed door, forcing me to back up. I plugged my nose as he faced me, waving my hand back and forth."You smell horrible," I complained to hi
Everett's POV::I accidentally told Ada the truth. My mother leaving gouged a crater in my heart that could never be filled no matter how many girls I fucked, drinks I slammed, or cars I raced. That hurt was always there now it was out in the open.I hardly talked to Dad about it, much less a fuck buddy. Dad knows though. He always has. It's exactly why he continues to let things slide with me.He's been tightening up on the finances, though. He froze my accounts for fuck's sake, and I don't know why. It must have something to do with Mila. All my life he’s rarely refused my requests but lately, something has changed.Perhaps I'd been too harsh on her. Dad warned me about that, and of course, I didn't listen. If only I could win her back, things would be okay. Sometimes, I think with my dick too much though and this recent affair with Ada hasn't helped my chances any.“My story worked on you, didn’t it?” I asked, chuckling like my confession was one big joke. I had to do somethin
Everett headed toward the exit, his pace hastened with each step. My heart raced, terrified of what he'd find about Mila and his father. With my shoes slamming on the boardwalk, I awkwardly sprinted after him."Just what do you plan to do about it, rich boy?" I asked, panting. There was a bounce in his agitated steps that made it difficult to keep pace with."Shut up, Ada,” he growled. “I know you sent her away, probably on purpose so you could have me all to yourself." He curled his lip at me in disgust. I scoffed."Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself, you bastard." I waved my hand at him in dismissal. His glare was stern but then his attention was drawn elsewhere to something in the distance. When I followed his gaze, my throat felt tight when I saw who was there. It was Mila with Mr. Williams!As soon as I noticed, I quickly stepped in front, blocking Everett’s view. Though he was ducking his head and craning his neck to see around me, I made sure he wouldn't get a glimpse, fla
Ada POV::Initially, I had a vague pang of regret for not picking Mila up, but after coming home and seeing her with Mr. Williams, I knew it was right not to disturb her last night. Besides, I had a secret of my own that I didn't want to reveal to her.Though I pretended I didn't know about his whereabouts to Mila, Everett had returned last night, after all. He was worried that I would confess about our one-night stand to her so we spent the evening at a bar. It was probably simply to pacify me, but I went with it.Putting aside that he's a jerk and Mila's former fling, I came to realize that we have quite similar tastes in alcohol, music and enjoy playing darts. He loosened up the more we drank, and I tested him to see how competitive he was. His aggression with Mila’s mystery boyfriend made me know he'd not be able to resist."Aw, damn," I said, tossing a dart haphazardly to the board. I sucked my lower lip, overplaying my girlish mannerisms. Everett noticed a chance to dominate