Chapter 13

 

“Mae? What are you doing?” I looked up from the Jackson file to see Liam standing next to my desk. I gave him a nervous smile.

“Um, have you not spoken with Ida?”

He shook his head. “No. I just got in. Why are you sitting here?”

“I think you should talk to Ida.” I cleared my throat as Liam sighed loudly.

“Just tell me what’s going on, Mae.” He demanded as Kevin walked out of his office.

“Hey Liam.”

“Hello Kevin. How are you?”

“Good. Great in fact, now that I have my girl back.” Kevin squeezed my shoulder in a friendly way, and I bit my lip as Liam’s face darkened alarmingly.

“What the hell do you mean?” He snapped.

Kevin blinked and took a step back. “Mae’s back as my PA.”

Liam’s nostrils flared and his lips pressed together into a thin line. Without a word, he turned and stormed off in the direction of Ida’s office.

Kevin gave me a curious look. “What’s gotten into him this morning?”

“I don’t know.”

“Weird.” Shaking his head, Kevin disappeared back into his office. The moment he was gone I stood and bolted down the hallway.

“Bailey!” I skidded to a stop in front of the chubby PA’s desk. “Is Doreen in her office?”

She gave me an alarmed look. “No, why?”

“I need to borrow her office for a minute. I uh, have a personal call to make.”

“Alright.” She shrugged and I slipped past her into Doreen’s office. I closed the door behind me, glanced around and then ran to the far wall. I hesitated and then pressed my ear firmly against the wall.

Doreen’s office was next to Ida’s and I plugged my other ear and strained to hear the voices drifting through the wall.

“Ida, what the hell is going on? Why is Mae no longer my PA?” Liam’s voice was low and angry.

“Liam, did you ask Mae to be your date to the charity event on Friday night?” Ida asked.

“She wasn’t my date. It was a work thing. I needed someone to go with me and she agreed to help me out. I’m paying her overtime for it.” He snapped.

Ida sighed. “There was an article – “

“I saw it.” He interrupted her. “It doesn’t mean anything. I’m not dating Ms. Temple.”

“Yes, well the picture certainly made it look like you were.” Ida retorted.

Liam didn’t reply and I heard Ida’s chair squeak as she pushed it back and stood up. “Liam, people are already talking in the office about you and Mae. Everyone’s read the article and it’s not reflecting very well on Mae.”

“Nothing is going on between us, Ida.” Liam said grimly.

“I believe you. I spoke with Mae this morning and she told me the same thing.”

“Good. I’ll let you tell Kevin that Mae is coming back as my PA.” Liam replied.

“That isn’t a good idea and you know it. You yourself made the rules about inter-office dating.”

“I’m not dating Ms. Temple.” Liam gritted out.

“Yes, you keep saying that. But it’s still not a good idea for you to work so closely with her. I think it’s best if you keep your distance.”

“Well lucky for me, you don’t have the final say in who I employ as my PA.”

“Liam – “

“Enough, Ida!” Liam suddenly shouted. “Mae’s the best damn PA I’ve ever had, and I’m not giving her up. I know the goddamn rules of the office, and I don’t need you to remind me of them. You’ll inform both Mae and Kevin that she’s back as my PA, and I don’t want to hear another word about it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Perfectly.” Ida retorted.

I heard the heavy thud of Liam’s footsteps and then the door to Ida’s office slamming shut as he strode down the hallway to his office. I waited a few minutes and then slipped out of Doreen’s office.

Bailey, her eyes wide, was staring at me. “Did you hear Mr. Knight yelling at Ida?” She whispered.

I shrugged. “Uh no, not really. I was making a phone call. Talk to you later, Bailey. I need to get back to my desk and work on that file for Kevin before he discovers I’m missing.”

“You won’t be working for Kevin for long.” I heard Bailey mutter as I hurried down the hall to my desk.

* * *

 

“Mae?”

I looked up from the small table in Liam’s office. It was covered in piles of paper that I had painstakingly sorted through for the last three hours.

“Hi Ida.”

“Hey. You’re working late again?”

I nodded. “Yeah, such is the glamorous life of Mr. Knight’s PA, right?”

She smiled before glancing around the office. “I’m about to head out. Uh, is Liam still here?”

I shook my head. “Nope, he left a few hours ago and I’m not expecting him back tonight. Do you want me to give him a message for you?”

“No, that’s fine. It’s just you left in the office. Don’t forget to set the alarm when you leave okay?”

“You bet. Have a nice night, Ida.”

“You too, Mae.”

She left the office and I sighed to myself. It had only been four days since Liam had insisted I return as his PA, and there was a small part of me that really wished Ida had won the argument. He had been in a ferocious mood since his fight with Ida, and most people in the office were avoiding him. We hadn’t spoken about what happened in the limo, or the article and picture. Hell, he was barely speaking to me at all and he had me working twelve-hour days all week.

Despite his coldness and near-hostility towards me, Ida had been careful to stay late each night that I did. I knew she was doing it as an effort to help me. It wasn’t wise for Liam and I to be alone in the office, at least if the muttering and side glances from my co-workers were any indication, but it bugged me that she was basically babysitting me.

I began to stack the papers neatly on the table. I really just wanted to go home and sleep for a hundred hours. I hadn’t slept well at all. I dreamt nightly of Liam and all the things I wanted to do to his naked body, and even my nightly quality time with “Paul” was barely helping to ease my need. It was Liam’s cock I wanted, not my vibrator.

I turned to grab a file folder and my meaty hip bumped the table. “Goddammit!” I shouted as a stack of papers slid off the back and landed under the table.

Grumbling to myself, I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled under the table. I was just reaching for the paper when my cell phone rang. Startled, I reared up and hit the top of my head on the bottom of the table so hard I saw stars.

“Fuck!” I shouted again and collapsed under the table. I snagged my cell phone out of my pocket with one hand while I rubbed the top of my head with the other.

“Hello!” I snapped irritably.

“Mae? What’s wrong?” Russ asked.

“Nothing.” I replied grumpily. “I’m on my hands and knees under a table and I just smacked the top of my head, and I’ve got seventy-two paper cuts. Also, I’m tired and hungry and my underwear is too tight.”

Russ laughed. “So you’re having a bad day?”

I sighed as I collected the papers from under the table and crawled out from under it. “More like a bad week.”

“Are you and Mr. Knight not playing nice with each other?”

“He’d have to be talking to me for us to not be playing nice.” I replied. I walked into his private bathroom and peered at the top of my skull. There was a small bump but it wasn’t bleeding, and I rubbed it lightly.

“So, I take it you haven’t had sex yet?”

“No, Russ. We haven’t. Monday morning, thanks to that goddamn article, the HR manager threatened to fire my ass if I slept with him.”

“Owch. That’s not good.”

“No, it isn’t. A girl has needs. Do you get what I’m saying?” I said.

“Yep, I do.” Russ replied. “You’re a healthy girl, Mae. Are you trying to tell me you don’t have any battery-operated toys?”

I wiped at the dust on my blouse then closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. “Oh trust me; I’ve had nightly visits with good old Paul. It’s not helping.”

“You named your vibrator?” Russ laughed.

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“Why don’t you come over tonight and I’ll make you some dinner. Steve’s at the club, and we can hang out and watch bad TV together.”

I smiled. “Thanks but I’m going to pass. I’ve got a hot date with Paul, remember?”

He laughed and we quickly said goodbye. I hung up my phone and rubbed at my aching skull again.

“Who’s Paul?”

I jumped and twisted around. Liam was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, a scowl on his face.

“You scared the hell out of me!” I scolded. “What are you doing here?”

He raised his eyebrow. “I work here, remember?”

“How could I forget?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked.

“It means that you’ve been kind of a jerk to everyone this week. Trust me – everyone knows you work here.”

He snorted. “It’s not my fault if people take it personally.”

“Whatever, Mr. Knight.” I muttered. I needed to get away from him. Being trapped in the small bathroom with his hard body only inches from mine was making me antsy. When he had left three hours earlier, he had been wearing his usual dark suit. Now he was dressed in a dark green t-shirt and the same faded jeans he’d been wearing at his house. He looked decidedly lickable this evening.

“Excuse me.” I said pointedly. As I tried to squeeze by him, he took my arm and pushed me gently against the wall.

He pressed his body against mine and stared down at me. “Who’s Paul?” He repeated.

“Why do you care?” I squirmed against him, and gasped sharply when I felt the hardness of his cock brushing against my belly.

He groaned and his pelvis thrust against me almost helplessly. I frowned up at him. He had a strange look of anger, combined with lust and pain, on his face.

“Liam, are you alright?”

“Fine.” He grunted. His breath hissed out between his teeth when I wiggled against him again.

“Christ, Mae! Stop doing that! Do you think it’s made of stone?”

He turned away from me, his entire body trembling, and I stared curiously at him before understanding flooded through me.

“Liam?”

“What?” He didn’t turn around.

“Have you touched yourself since the night in the limo?”

His body jerked and I had my answer.

“Not even once?” I questioned him further.

“You told me not to.” He replied simply.

My eyes widened in surprise. The man had willpower. I had to give him that. If he wanted me even half as badly as I wanted him – well, I was surprised he hadn’t exploded.

“No wonder you’ve been Mr. Crabby Pants for the last few days.” I said.

He didn’t answer and I touched his back lightly. He jerked again, and I made a soothing noise in the back of my throat.

“Look at me, Liam.” I closed the bathroom door as he turned to face me.

“I want you to touch yourself right now.”

A muscle in his jaw flickered and he shook his head. “I can’t.”

I arched my eyebrow at him and he looked away from me. “You’ll be fired, Mae.”

“For what?” I asked. “I’m not doing anything. Where in the rule book does it say I can’t stand in your bathroom? Besides, there’s no one left in the office but us. My boss has been a real asshole and making me work late all week.” I winked at him.

“Mae,” he groaned, “please. You have no idea how badly I want to touch myself but just let me go home and do it, okay?”

“No.” I replied. “I want to watch you touch yourself, Liam. Take off your shirt and unzip your jeans.”

“Mae...” He whispered but his hands were already reaching for the bottom of his t-shirt. As he pulled it off his muscular torso I felt a ripple of lust and power go through me. I wondered if this was how a Dominatrix felt. Wondered if this addictive, heady rush of power would eventually wane, or if watching Liam do everything I told him to would forever make me this goddamn horny.

I took a deep breath. Maybe it was time I ditched the PA thing and looked into a career as a Dominatrix. I could specialize in alpha males who needed a little extra convincing to be submissive.

Speaking of which... Liam was watching me carefully, and his jeans were still firmly done up around his narrow waist. The bulge of his cock was unmistakeable against the fabric.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

“This isn’t a good idea.” He replied. “It’s not that I don’t – “

“Stop arguing with me.” I said sharply. I stepped forward and ran one finger over his broad chest. He groaned loudly.

“After today we won’t do this again. We’ll be strictly professional. You’ve been such a good boy, Liam.” I smiled at him. “Don’t you think I should reward you?”

He panted harshly as I stepped even closer. When he reached for my waist, I shook my head. “No. No touching me, Liam. Do you understand?”

He nodded and I traced his abs lightly. “If you touch yourself, if you let me watch while you come, I’ll tell you who Paul is.”

His hands reached for the button on his jeans and he hurriedly opened it before unzipping them. He reached in and tugged his swollen, throbbing cock out.

He wrapped his hand around it almost immediately and I shook my head again. “No, let me look at it.”

With a soft groan he dropped his hand. I studied his hard cock, and he groaned again when I licked my lips. I was tempted to drop to my knees and take his very erect, very thick shaft into my mouth, but the urge to dominate Liam was very strong now.

“Goodness, Mr. Knight.” I said. “Your cock is deliciously thick.”

I reached for the buttons on my blouse and undid the top four. I was wearing the black push-up bra, and Liam stared hungrily at my exposed cleavage. I stepped forward until his cock was almost brushing against my stomach and smiled at him. He reached out and slipped his hand neatly into my bra. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and I arched my back in unexpected pleasure before pushing him back.

“Mr. Knight! Do that again and I won’t let you come for a month. Do you understand?” I said sternly.

He swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Yes what?”

“Yes, Mae. I’m sorry.”

“Good.” I walked around him, my fingertips trailing across the exposed flesh of his torso. His hands were clenched into tight fists, his breath puffing out of him in harsh pants and his cock, his gloriously thick cock, was weeping copious amounts of pre-cum.

“I want you to touch yourself now, Liam. But I want you to rub yourself slowly. Do you understand? Very, very slowly. If you go too fast I’ll make you stop, and we won’t finish what we’ve started. Alright?”

“Yes.” He moaned.

“Do you masturbate with your left hand or your right?”

“Right.” He muttered.

I stood behind him and slightly to his right so I could watch. “Start with your left hand please.”

His hand trembling, he gripped his cock in his left hand and stroked himself slowly. I watched silently for a few moments and then traced his spine with my finger.

“Very good, Mr. Knight. Keep going – a little faster, please.”

He groaned and moved his hand faster. Already he was panting, his hips thrusting against the motion of his hand, and I knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Stop.” I demanded.

He made a soft, pleading noise but stopped obediently, his hand gripping his cock tightly.

“Your right hand now, Liam. Nice and slow, please.” I plucked the hand towel from the rack on the wall and held it in my hands. The man was so worked up he’d be a goddamn fountain when I finally let him come.

He switched hands, and I murmured once again for him to go slowly as he moved his hard palm back and forth over his swollen cock.

I leaned closer, letting my breasts rest against his arm. He twitched and I smiled up at him. “Does it feel good, Liam?”

“Yes, Mae. So good.” He moaned.

“Rub faster.” I instructed.

His hand sped up and his hips thrust helplessly as his left hand reached out and gripped the sink tightly.

“Do you wish it was my hand touching you?” I whispered as I lazily rubbed his naked back.

“Yes, mistress.” He gasped out.

A bolt of pure pleasure shot from my pelvis to my toes. I bit my lip and squeezed my thighs together. Hearing Liam call me mistress had nearly made me come right there. My pussy quivering and my nipples so hard they felt like glass, I took a deep breath.

“Do you want to come, Liam?”

“Yes! Please, mistress. Please let me come.” He begged.

My pussy quivered again. Christ, I could listen to Liam’s deep voice calling me mistress all goddamn night.

The man’s entire body was shaking now, his hand stroking and squeezing as he fought not to come. I was once again impressed by his self-control as I stretched up and whispered in his ear.

“Come for me, Liam. Right now.”

His hand clenched down on his cock. His back arched and he shouted loudly, the sound echoing in the small bathroom, as he climaxed. I covered his cock with the hand towel, and held it there with one hand to catch the warm liquid that was pouring out of him. He shook with the force of his climax, and his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched as his hips thrust forward repeatedly.

After a few minutes, his body relaxed and he bowed his head. His eyes were still closed and his chest was heaving for air. I stepped in front of him, and he jerked in surprise when I gripped him through the towel.

“Shh.” I whispered as I carefully wiped him clean before dropping the towel in the sink. He opened his eyes and stared down at me, his body still trembling lightly.

“Do you feel better?” I smiled at him.

“Yes. Thank you.” He murmured.

“You’re welcome!” I said brightly. He smiled and I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my mouth against his. I kissed him gently but he deepened it almost immediately. I moaned into his mouth and then quickly pulled away. If I let him kiss me that way for much longer I would push him to the floor and fuck him.

His hands were reaching for my breasts and I pushed them away lightly. “No,” I whispered, “you know we can’t.”

He sighed and gave me a look of frustration. “Mae – “

“Goodnight, Liam.” I stood on my tiptoes again and kissed his cheek before moving my mouth to his ear. “Paul is my vibrator.”

He stared at me, a small smile turning up his lips as I left the small bathroom.