The Executive's Secretary, page 6
“Oh, Bryce.” I could feel the words vibrate against my pussy as he slid his hands up my bare skin.
A shiver of ecstasy ran through my body.
Bryce released my hands, running his fingers along the top of my panties. He slid a finger under the band, rubbing against my hip bone, and slowly making his way to the front of my pelvis.
Oh, just pull them down. Take off the panties. Please, I want to feel some part of you inside of me.
“Remove the shoes,” he ordered.
I kicked my black pumps into a corner and lifted a foot as he pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, along with the red lace panties, which he deposited somewhere.
“You shave,” he said, rubbing his lips along the outside of my pussy.
“Wax,” I muttered.
“Mmmm.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh, trailing kisses over the most sensitive areas of my slit. My knees began to buckle.
“Stop moving, Piper.”
“With you doing what you’re doing, I can’t,” I replied, grabbing a handful of his hair. “Oh, Bryce!”
Chapter Eight
“If you can’t stand while I enjoy myself then I guess we’ll have to take this to the bed,” Bryce said, grasping my ass firmly and lifting me into the air.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his erection poking into me. He deposited me onto the bed and knelt down. Bryce runs his hands up my legs, to my knees, and gently spreads them apart.
This is happening, Piper. You’re doing what you said you never would. You’re about to fuck Bryce O’Connell.
He gently drew his tongue over my slit, sliding a finger deep inside my pussy as he went. I couldn’t help but squirm and let out a soft moan. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Bryce focused his full attention on my pussy. Even his tongue wasn’t enough. I wanted his dick. I needed his dick.
“Please, Bryce,” I begged.
“What?” he asked coyly.
“Stop.”
“Why?”
“I need you.”
“Hmm. I don’t know. I like having you under my control like this.” He gazed up at me, his scorching blue eyes trained on my own.
“I-I can’t take anymore,” I panted, squirming under his grip.
He placed an arm over my hips to keep me in place before going back to licking softly at my pussy while slowly sliding his finger in and out.
“I’ll get to the rest in just a bit,” he replied between licks.
“You evil man.”
“You have no idea.”
When he removed his finger from me he reached up for my bra. He yanked the fabric down and freed my breast, fortunately for him the underwire forced it even further up. He ran his finger along the tops of my breasts and yanked down the fabric of the second cup.
“You have such amazingly large titties, Piper.”
“You’re not the first one to notice.” I laughed lightly.
I could feel my nipples harden as he tweaks them. He leaned forward and gently flicked one with his tongue and rolled the other between his fingers. I groan as the muscles in my stomach clench all the way to my pussy. I could feel the wetness building. Bryce abandoned his groping assault on my breasts to trail tender, little kisses up my collar bone, to my neck, and landed on my lips. He pried them open with his as his tongue invaded my mouth. My eyes closed as I got lost in his kiss, not expecting it when he thrust his finger inside me. I cried out as he did it again and again. Faster and fast. Just as quickly as he decided to finger me, he stopped. I grabbed the buckle on his jeans and undid it before quickly unbuttoning them. Pulling down the zipper, I could already see his bulging cock trying to escape. My eyes grew large at the sight of the massive erection. I’d had my share of big dicks, but his was massive.
“Is it alright?” he asked, seeing my face.
“It’s amazing.”
He threw his head back and laughed as I pulled his jeans down, letting them slide to the floor. He pushed them to the side and pulled his boxer briefs off. I sat up on my knees, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
“How attached are you to this shirt?” I asked.
“Not particularly, why?”
“Good.” I grabbed it in the middle and pulled as hard as I could. Buttons went flying, pinging off the walls and floor before settling. I yanked it off his body before pulling him onto the bed, on top of me.
“You get rather feisty.”
“When I want something, I take it,” I said, biting my lip.
“You better stop that, Piper.”
“Or what, Bryce?” I asked.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered.
“Do it.”
He knelt above me, between my legs, as he opened the condom. I watched as he rolled it onto his magnificent cock.
That is going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow, Piper.
“Shall we go at this slow and steady? Or fast and hard?”
“Has anything about tonight been slow and steady?” I asked.
“Great answer,” he says, grunting as he thrusts his cock into my pussy.
“Oh God, Bryce!” I cried out.
“Are you okay?” he asks, pulling out quickly the tip of his dick rubbing against my clit.
“Yes, yes. I’m fine. Please, don’t stop.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him into me.
“Piper,” he groaned.
“Don’t stop.”
He moved deeper, not stopping that time. He shifted onto his elbows his weight on me, holding me in place. I didn’t mind. I liked it. He felt so good. He started in fast once he was accustomed to me. I moan out, and he continued to pound my pussy. He went faster, getting into a rhythm with my breathing. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. He leaned his head down and kissed me hard, passionately. He bit at my bottom lip. I could feel an intense urge building deep inside. I wanted him deeper. Harder. He just wasn’t doing the job. I push his chest up and him off.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, panting.
“Get on your back,” I command.
“What?”
“Do it.”
“Okay.”
He lay back with his hands behind his head, his erection standing straight up as I straddled his lap. His cock slid into my pussy. The glorious sensation is so new. So different. I’d never felt anything else like him. I close my eyes as I sit there for a moment.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Mmm hmm. You just feel so amazing, so different.”
“I hope that’s alright,” he said.
“Very good.”
I began to rock back and forth on his cock as quickly as I could. He groaned and grabbed onto my hips. He lifted his hips, causing his dick to go even deeper in me. If that was at all possible.
My body quivered a bit and a sheen of sweat gathered over all of me. I was so close to that all-important orgasm. The clenching in my groins started and a surge of joy ran through me.
“Oh, you’re getting tighter.”
“I’m cumming,” I said, as my thighs clenched around Bryce’s body.
“Really?” He rolled us over, pushed my legs over his shoulders, and began to thrust as fast as he could.
“Bryce!” I screamed out.
I could see the sweet forming on his brow as a very serious look overtakes his face. His body stiffens and bows, a small shudder erupts before he releases my legs and collapses beside me.
“Are you tired?” he asked.
“Exhausted,” I confirmed.
“W-would you like to just spend the night? Well what’s left of it. I can take you back to your car tomorrow.”
“Uh, yeah. I’d love to.”
“Great.” He smiled, pulling the blankets back.
As we settled down, I didn’t make him stay on his own side. I snuggled against him as he put an arm around me. Sleep quickly took over. I had never been so exhausted after fucking before. It was a dreamless, exhaustive sleep. I was completely content. And I hoped Bryce was too.
Chapter Nine
I awoke to soft snoring and the smell of coffee. Bryce was sleeping peacefully. I stretched out and stared out the doors to his backyard. A few deer meandered around, eating out of the feeders that were set up around the property.
So, you like more than just your cat. You feed the wildlife too.
He pulled his arm out from under my head and stretched, elongating his already tall frame even more. “Hungry?”
“Famished,” I said through a yawn. “If you keep feeding me I’m going to have to double up on my gym time.”
The corners of his lips quirked up as he rolled out of bed.
“Come on.”
“Is someone here?” I asked.
“No why?”
“I smell coffee brewing.”
“Automatic timer,” he said.
“Oh, well isn’t that a nifty idea. I should get a coffee pot with one of those. It’d save me time in the morning,” I muttered, sitting up and looking for my shirt.
“Just put this on for now,” he dictated, tossing me a red t-shirt.
“Alright.”
“Perhaps if you had an automatic time I’d get my coffee on time in the morning.” He arched his eyebrows at me, exiting the bedroom.
“Hey! Come on, Bryce, you’re still upset about the coffee?”
“It was over an hour late,” he responded, shaking his head sadly.
“I was busy,” I explained, sitting at the bar that separated his kitchen from his dining room.
I watch in amusement as Bryce dug around in the fridge, coming out with an armful of vegetables and a carton of eggs. He pulled out pans, bowls, whisks, and spatulas.
He’s going all out for this breakfast. Impress me with your post coital culinary skills, Bryce!
“Do you like sausage and bacon?” he asked.
“Love them,” I responded with a smile.
“Are you allergic to mushrooms or anything else?”
“No allergies,” I answered, watching as he pulled a knife out of a wooden block and began to slice and dice the vegetables. “Do you make breakfast for all of your sleepovers?”
“I don’t have sleepovers,” he mumbled.
“You don’t?” I asked, tilting my head to the side watching as he concentrated on julienning a green pepper.
“No. I don’t like bringing people back to my home.”
“Then why me?”
“You’ve already been here once before,” he said.
“So? That doesn’t mean you had to bring me back.”
“Maybe I wanted to.” He glanced up at me briefly before turning back to the pepper.
“Okay. I still don’t know why me.”
“I like you, Piper. You’re one hell of a woman.”
“You’re a crazy man, Bryce.”
He cracked almost the entire dozen of eggs into a bowl and whisked furiously at them, beating them till they frothed up as butter melted in a few frying pans. Dumping the various vegetables in one pan he gently poured the eggs into another. He was a master at everything he did, perfecting something as simple as an omelet.
“What are you staring at?” he asked.
“You. You’re a fascinating person even when you cook.”
“This is the fun part.” He took the pan of the burn and swirled the egg around a bit.
“Impress me, Chef Bryce.” I laughed.
“Alright, here goes.” He bit his lip and carefully slid the egg to the edge of the pan; with a quick flip of his wrist he flipped the omelet.
I giggled and clapped as he took a bow.
“You make me feel like a kid again.”
“I haven’t had this much fun making breakfast since, well, forever,” he said.
“Neither have I. Who knew eggs could be so awesome.” I stood and started going through the cabinets.
Finding the plates, I sat the breakfast bar for two and poured coffee. I looked through his fridge and found a container of orange juice, pulling it out I stuck it between the place settings with two rocks glasses.
“Big piece of omelet?”
“Yes. It smells delicious.”
We ate in silence. It was the first time in hours that we were so quiet. The light from morning sun streamed down through the skylight lighting the kitchen and small area we sat in. I gazed around the expansive open area. A black piano rested in the corner of his living room behind a black, leather sectional. A large painting of Pittsburgh’s skyline was on the far wall. The walls in the living room were white, blindingly white, with cathedral ceilings. The exposed rafters gave it a bit of charm that I loved. Unfortunately, the space didn’t look like it was lived in much.
“A penny for your thoughts?” Bryce asked.
“Just admiring the castle of the prince,” I stated, smiling at the man next to me.
“Hardly. It’s nothing more than my home.”
“Compared to my one bedroom this place is a palace. You have so much space. Why don’t you have a dog?” I asked, getting up with our plates.
“I’m hardly ever here. A cat doesn’t care what I do as long his shit box is clean and he has clean food and water.” He sighed shaking his head.
“Oh I’m sure your cat loves you.”
“Mr. Jingles is a very peculiar cat. He enjoys his solitude. He’s actually very much like me which is probably why we got along so great.”
“Why do you always do that?” I asked, pursing my lips.
“Do what?”
“Be so negative. You’re always so doom and gloom. Knock it off.”
“What are you talking about?” He sipped as his coffee looking at me inquisitively.
“Your attitude sucks. Stop being like that. Just be like you are now. You’re so happy and cheerful.”
“I’d never be where I am today if it wasn’t for my attitude,” he muttered.
“Oh, quit with the bull shit. So, what if you wouldn’t be a billionaire right now. What has that gotten you? Are you happy?”
He sat back in his chair, stroking his chin. His eyes seemed so far away as if he were really contemplating my questions.
“I’m not sure, Piper. I’ve never been asked that. Nobody has ever been brazen enough to speak to me in such a way.”
“If this,” I motioned between us as he got up from his seat. “Goes any further than today get used to it. I speak my mind, Bryce, and I’m not afraid to tell you what I think or how I feel.”
“Good. I need someone who will keep in my place.” He grabbed me by my waist and leaned his head down to mine. He tasted like omelet and sausage.
“What about work?” I asked.
“What about it?”
“What do we do? Do I keep working for you or do I quit?”
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a decent secretary? You’re not quitting. It’s none of their business what we do outside of the office anyway. There are no polices about interoffice dating and if there were I’d have something written and put into the handbook saying it’s permissible.”
“That’s cheating,” I said.
“I’m the boss,” he retorted.
“Alright then.” I caught a glimpse of the cloak and had to do a double take. “Shit! Is that the time?”
“It is a clock.”
“I have to go. You have to take me back to my car.”
“Right now?” His brows stitched together, and a frown disgraced his beautiful face.
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“Why the urgency?”
“I have plans I can’t break,” I groaned, running to his bedroom. “Where is my bra?”
“In the corner somewhere. Who are these plans with?”
“My brother.”
“Your brother? Really?” he asked astonished.
“Yes. He has a gallery showing downtown and I promised I’d be there.”
“What time does it start?”
“Three. I still must get home and cleaned up. Why all the questions?” I stopped searching and looked up at him from the floor. He stood, leaning against the door jamb, arms folded over his chest.
He simply shrugged.
I sighed and shook my head before locating all my clothing. Don’t go psycho on me, Bryce.
Chapter Ten
Gallery on Nine was one of the hippest places a young artist could hope to ever be shown. I was so proud of Devon. The entry way was painted dark blue with a nine above the doorway leading to the gallery.
“Sorry, private showing today,” a short, skinny blonde at the door said.
“I know. I’m with the artist. He should have me on his list.”
“Name.”
“Piper Troy.”
She scanned her list, sighing heavily when she found my name, and stepped to the side. “Enjoy.”
“Yeah,” I muttered passing through a narrow, black hallway.
Some fucking lights would be nice.
Entering the hall was like stepping through a vortex. Loud music blared through well-hidden speakers. Sculptures and oddly shaped benches took up most of the center of the room. Adorning the walls were beautiful masterpieces all created by my baby brother Devin. A throng of people off to one side, listening intently to a well-dressed man in the center gave me the confirmation he was loving his new rule as the new It boy for Gallery on Nine’s owner Michael Premium.
“Your brother is a genius.”
I turned to face a man whose looks rivaled Bryce’s. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with sandy colored hair. His green eyes were soul piercing and he had the voice of an angel. His finely-tailored, blue suit hung on his body like a snug glove.
“I’m sorry you are?”
“Forgive me, I thought you knew. I’m Michael Premium. Owner of Gallery on Nine.”
“Of course, you are. I’m so sorry. I’m Piper.”
“Devon’s older sister. He never mentioned just how beautiful you were.” Michael took my hand, kissing the back of it while bowing.
“Devon isn’t one to talk up how hot his sister is.” I laughed nervously. “But you are right he is a genius.”
“I haven’t seen anyone with a quarter of his talent in a long time,” Michael said, admiring the artwork on the walls from our distance.
“He’s had a paintbrush in his hand for as long as I can remember. That boy was always drawing something. And dad said it would never come to anything.” I shook my head at all the times our parents told him to keep his head out of the clouds. They were wrong. So wrong.
