Chapter 4
Amelia
Idon’t move for what can only be a few seconds, but it feels like an hour.
Excuse me? Did he just say what I think he said?
Sterling House hadn’t mentioned anything about the interview actually involving sex. I‘d expected to do that in a few days or next week even, once I’d gotten settled in. Not within a minute of walking through the door.
Shit.
Mr. Crawford cocks his head to one side, putting his hands in his pockets, perhaps sensing my unease.
“On second thought, stay where you are for a sec. I want to have a look at you first.”
I force my body not to fidget as he walks around me. He’s barefoot, which strikes me as odd. I try not to stare at his enormous, but beautifully pedicured feet.
He circles me once, then stops in front of me.
“Jacket.”
He holds out his hand, and I try to keep my fingers steady as I undo the buttons, shuck it off, and hand it over. His eyes zero in on my breasts. I’m glad I wore the new bra now, because I know they look good in this blouse.
He grunts, laying the jacket carefully over the chair behind him, and then begins to walk around me again. I hold my breath as he comes to a stop at my back; his presence making me hot all over. I can hear his breathing, and I jolt violently as his fingers skim over my waist.
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest.
“Twitchy one, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t like, I promise.”
I swallow convulsively as his fingers gently skirt around my waist, the pads of them running in three wicked lines over my side and then lower.
My whole body is vibrating with nerves. I know he must be able to feel it, but he says nothing.
Jesus, he’s gonna see right through me, and I’m gonna be fired before I even finish this interview.
His hand skims down to the base of my pencil skirt, and I inhale as discreetly as possible, as, without any hesitation, he pushes his hand underneath the hem and starts pulling it up.
Is the door even locked? What if someone walks in on us?
His hand pauses just for a second. “Is this okay?”
I manage a nod as his hand begins to rise again.
“The agency sent me your profile,” he murmurs as his fingers brush my inner thigh. “It really didn’t do you justice.”
My lips part as his fingers come to rest against my panties. For a few seconds, they don’t move, and then he pushes upward, rubbing against me, making me shudder as the tips of his fingers dip against my entrance.
Holy shit. This is really happening.
“Bend over the desk.”
He pulls his hands free. I don’t know whether he expects me to take off my clothes, or pleasure him, or what. I’m so out of my depth it’s almost laughable.
I walk to the glass desk, a vivid image of what I must look like from beneath it coming to mind as I press my body against it, my breasts squeezed against the surface.
I’m bent double, with him behind me, and I’m grateful for the solid surface which masks my trembling fingers. I lean against my forearms, staring ahead of me. Waiting.
“You have a beautiful body,” he murmurs, his hand skimming over my ass before, without warning, he pulls my skirt up and right over it.
I gasp as he runs his big palms over each cheek. Another grunt as he runs his fingers down the crease of my ass and all the way down to my clit.
His fingers grip my panties, tugging them down my legs. I’m totally exposed to a man for the first time in my life, and I’ve never felt less ready for anything. I swallow, trying to remain calm.
If I told him to stop, would he?
My panties fall to my shoes, I can feel them resting there, and I shift my right foot to free them.
“Stop.”
I freeze.
“Stretch your legs as wide as you can, panties too. I want them around your ankles when I fuck you.”
After a moment’s hesitation, I do as he says, completely overwhelmed, my palms clammy against the desk.
“I have a few questions to ask you, Miss Brooks,” he says, almost thoughtfully. “It’s part of the interview process. Would that be alright?”
I feel the tip of one of his fingers push inside me, a stirring of something wonderfully pleasurable zinging through my body before I nod my head, unable to speak.
“Do you like it when men go down on you?”
My mouth falls open as a long, thick finger pushes into my body. I can’t help the moaning gasp I make at the feel of it.
“Hmm, I’m going to take that as a yes.”
I hear a rustle behind me, and then something hot and wet touches me, a wicked shivering sensation as he tongues my clit, lapping at it as I feel my whole body quiver beneath him.
A harsh cry falls from my lips as he pleasures me, and my fingers grip the table even harder as he pushes his tongue inside me. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, and it’s sublime.
Far too soon, his tongue retreats, and something thick and long replaces it and begins to push hard into my body.
I look back at him. He raises one eyebrow, a wicked smirk on his face, as he shoves his finger inside me over and over again. I can hear the wet sucking sounds of him entering my body as pleasure spirals outward. I groan.
“You’re getting good and wet. I like a woman who’s ready for me,” he murmurs, and my cheeks flame. I’ve never heard that type of language outside the porn I’ve been watching.
He moves forward again, his tongue lapping at me, the feel of it exquisitely good.
How have I been without this for twenty-four years?
I shudder as he knocks my legs further apart with his bare foot, and I’m splayed out before him, stretching my brand-new underwear to the limit as I moan.
His finger thrusts into me again, crooking upward and twisting inside me. It’s a new, addictive feeling I hadn’t anticipated.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he says, standing up, and I hear the sound of his fly going down. “I don’t think I’ve wanted to fuck anyone this much for a long time.”
His voice almost sounds amused, emotionless, and I see him reach for something on the desk beside me. Moving my head to look at what he’s doing, I watch him take the lid off a small silver bowl. It’s tapered, stretching upward into a jeweled point at the top.
As he opens it, I can see the condoms piled inside. I stare at the bowl as he takes one out, the crinkle of the wrapping hitting my ears just before his pants rub against my thighs.
We’re both still fully clothed as his hands come to rest on my hips, and something huge presses against me, much bigger than his finger.
Fuck, we’re doing this now? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I try to remember all the advice I read online about this moment, forcing myself to relax and taking a deep breath, but nothing prepares me for the size of what he pushes into me.
I shut my eyes, fingers clawing at the table. Jesus Christ, I can’t take it.
It hurts. Badly, and he seems to sense my discomfort, or maybe he just wants to take his time.
He moves slowly, painfully so, pushing into me steadily, as his cock splits me open, inch by careful inch. The sharp, dragging pain is all-consuming, and I feel sweat spring up on my back as I try to let him in.
“Relax,” he whispers.
Shit. There’s no way he would have to tell one of the other girls to relax. He’s going to kick me out with my panties around my ankles for the whole office to see.
A sharp stinging slap lands on my ass cheek, and I jolt forward. Holy shit, why did that feel so good? Instinctively, I feel myself loosen around his cock.
“Good girl.”
I shudder as he pushes further into me, his fingers keeping a brutal hold on my hips as he’s finally fully inside me, his thighs pressing against mine.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Oh, fuck, that’s good.”
He stays completely still. I don’t know if it’s to help me adjust or not, but I’m just grateful he can’t see my face. I want this to be over as quickly as possible.
His tongue and fingers felt divine, but all I can feel now is a painful stretch and a burning sensation that consumes me. Then he pulls back and pushes his hips forward, and I cry out as I’m jolted into the desk.
His hand hooks around my shoulder as he begins to thrust into me. The thickness and stretch are overwhelming, and my body is shoved forward with each snap of his hips, my hair coming loose as he fucks me.
After several thrusts, I let out a relieved breath as the pain and the burn begin to recede, just as I read it would. But the size of him is still like nothing I could have imagined. I don’t know how big his cock is. I haven’t even seen it yet, but it feels gigantic.
“I know we have to be discreet,” he murmurs. “I can’t have you screaming so loud half the exec team comes in to stare at us while we fuck, but I still want to hear you moan for me.”
I let out a gasping breath. The dirty talk makes something inside me wake up. I want him to talk more. The idea of the door bursting open and a group of suited men staring at us sends a strange zing of excitement through me.
He leans back, his hands returning to my hips as he slows his movements. That’s easier. Better. I can relax more around him. There’s a tiny flutter of pleasure flirting at the edge of my body, wanting to explode.
As he continues to drive into me, the pain finally decreases. My body is rocking over the desk, the button on my blouse bursting open as my breasts pop out, pressing into the glass.
I push up on my forearms, the new angle making the pleasure intensify inside me. I’m able to focus on something other than the pain for the first time, feeling the shape of him, the way my body hugs him.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I’m looking forward to christening every piece of furniture in this room. Fuck, I’m not gonna last. You’re too goddamn tight.”
I moan as he begins to push harder and faster into me. I’m jerked violently over the desk with each thrust until finally, his fingers tighten on my thighs as he goes still, shuddering.
His nails dig into my hips as he comes, groaning at the back of his throat. His breathing is ragged as he stays still above me, fingers smoothing over my hips.
For a moment, it’s gentle, his hands stroking me, almost caressing me, and then he pulls back. I wince as his cock pulls out of me.
I remain bent over, not sure if I have permission to move. He dispenses with the condom, throwing it into the trash on the right side of his desk.
Won’t the cleaners see that?
Then, in the next instant, he appears in front of me, taking a seat as if we had just completed a business meeting. I stare at him, suddenly feeling exposed and foolish for staying bent over like this when he’s clearly done with me.
I stand up, pulling my panties up over my aching body, hoping that I don’t look as eager to leave as I feel.
I just lost my virginity to a man who's reading a contract, thirty seconds after sex.
I right my clothing, check my hair, and feel almost presentable again by the time he looks up at me.
“Thank you, Miss Brooks. If you check your inbox, you will find instructions for some of the work I’d like you to do while you’re with the company. Beatrice or Kaitlin can assist you with anything you need.”
He doesn’t say any more. I stare at him. Is that it? Am I hired? I’m too blindsided to ask, I simply head numbly toward the door.
“Miss Brooks?” I turn back, wondering if he might say something, anything to reassure me. “Your jacket.”
I stare at my mother’s jacket over the chair. The tan color looks unpleasant, cluttering up this perfect room.
I walk back stiffly, collect it, and leave without looking at him. He just had his cock inside me, fucked me within two minutes of meeting me, and dismissed me just as fast.
What did you expect? That’s the job.
I walk out of the room, glancing at the main offices beyond. Christ, did anyone hear us? I just hope that the thick wooden door means that his office is soundproof.
I look at my desk, worried that what I’ve just done is showing on my face. I hang my jacket over the back of the chair, walking to the bathroom opposite his office.
I go inside and head to the sink, leaning over it, not quite ready to look at my reflection. When I do, I’m surprised to find I look the same.
Shouldn’t I look different now that I’ve had sex?
The button on my blouse is still open, but otherwise I look completely put together. Straightening my clothes, I head into the stall to check what’s going on in my nether region.
I’ve read that some women bleed and others don’t. With the size of his dick, I’m expecting the worst, but there’s no sign of it, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I tidy myself up, straighten my clothes, and go back to my desk. A woman is standing beside it when I come out, and she gives me a bright smile.
“How’d it go?” she asks.
I feel heat rush to my cheeks and shake my head slightly, trying to dispel my embarrassment.
“Good, I think. He didn’t ask me to leave, so…”
She raises her eyebrows. “Mr. Crawford doesn’t always communicate things clearly. He just emailed me asking me to get you set up, so you got the job! I’m Kaitlin Anderson, one of the other EAs in the team.”
I feel a bolt of elation. Holy shit. I got the job! If I save every cent I earn, I might be able to afford Annabelle’s treatment in a matter of months. Slowly, the strange, shameful mixture of guilt and worry dissipates, and I manage a smile.
“That’s great. Thanks for helping me.”
“You’re welcome.” Kaitlin chuckles, pulling up a chair and patting mine for me to sit.
“The first step is being able to log into your computer.” She gives me a look, her eyes flicking to the door behind me. “By the way, that bathroom is just for Mr. Crawford. I guess Beatrice didn’t tell you that?”
I recoil, grimacing. “Oh, God, no, sorry. She didn’t mention it, but I should have asked.”
“Don’t be silly, you couldn’t have known. The bathrooms we’re allowed to use are just around the corner. He doesn’t like to pee with the rest of us grunts.”
She chuckles as if it’s funny, and then nods to the screen, where the company logo has just popped up.
“Let’s get you all set up.”