Chapter 4
Deacon
Charlotte wasn’t going to work out.
Not because she had precisely zero idea how to submit. Being a complete novice made her even more appealing, and I loved the idea of being the man who taught her to be a perfect, good girl. No, it wouldn’t work because she was afraid. I needed a girl who did what I asked because she wanted to please me, not because she was terrified of me.
I sighed inwardly as I watched her hands tremble in her lap. It was a fucking shame this would be our only play session because Charlotte was even more gorgeous in person. Her body was incredible, and I itched to cup those perfect breasts. I loved everything about her, from her curvy body to her pretty brown eyes and heart-shaped face with soft, lush lips. Just picturing those lips spread around my cock made my dick twitch.
Charlotte stared quietly at me, her gaze switching back and forth from my face to my dick, and fuck was she trying to kill me? I needed to focus and give her the rules.
Why? You know she isn’t going to work. Why bother with the rules? Hell, get her up off her knees and send her home. Don’t waste your time or hers.
I really should, but the sight of curvy, sweet Charlotte on her knees - even if she’d been about as graceful as a newborn colt getting to them - was a beautiful sight. It wouldn’t hurt to finish the play session. Maybe she’d stop being so afraid once she knew the rules and what I expected of her.
Unlikely. At least with the current terror on her face.
I sighed inwardly but forged ahead. “The following are my rules for play sessions.”
She visibly jerked, and weirdly, her gaze dropped to my cock again. What was up with this girl and her dick obsession?
Why are you bitching about that?
I wasn’t. Not really. But it made it really fucking difficult to keep my focus.
“Charlotte,” I said sternly. “Eyes on my face when I’m speaking to you.”
“Sorry, sir,” she said, her face reddening again. “Sorry, I assumed… I mean, I thought you wanted me to…”
I raised an eyebrow. “You thought what?”
“Nothing, sir,” she said, giving my dick one final glance before settling her gaze on my face. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“First rule and most important - you will arrive on time for a play session. I have zero tolerance for tardiness. There will be no second chance. If you are late again, I will dismiss you and request a new play partner from the agency. Clear?”
Her face was so red it looked painful, but she kept her eyes on my face. “Yes, sir. It won’t happen again, sir.”
“No bra or panties during a session.” I hid my urge to grin as I continued. “You may take them off when you arrive. I’ll leave the front door open for you, and you do not need to knock or announce your presence. Once you’re,” my gaze dipped to her breasts again, “ready for a play session, you will come to my office. If our session begins at seven pm, I expect to find you on your knees on this cushion, with your head bowed and your hands in your lap precisely at seven pm. Do you understand?”
She nodded, those pretty brown eyes still laser focused on me. That was promising.
“No personal phone calls or texts during a play session. You are to turn your phone off and leave it in your purse for the entirety of our time together. You will not speak during a session unless I give you permission or ask you a question. If you have a question for me, raise your hand. When you bring work to me at my desk -”
“Work?” she said.
“What did I just say about asking questions?” I said.
She flushed. “Sorry, sir. I… I’ll do better in the future.”
“See that you do,” I said. “What is your question?”
“What, um, work will I be doing?” Her gaze flickered to my crotch again.
“Admin work,” I said.
She blinked at me, the surprise written all over her face. “You want me actually to be your secretary?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Oh, I thought… I thought that was, um, pretend,” she said. “It’s part of the fantasy, but I wouldn’t be doing anything other than, uh….”
She glanced at my dick again, and it finally clicked for me. She thought she was here just to suck my cock.
She cleared her throat and confirmed it. “I thought I would be spending… personal time with you.”
“That’s part of it,” I said, “but not all. You’re my assistant during play sessions, and I expect you to do administrative work. Is that a problem?”
“No, not at all, sir,” she said, her relief evident. “I’m very good at admin work, sir.”
“Good.” I studied her still pink face. “I assume the sisters clarified that the personal time I’m looking for is limited to touch and oral. Nothing beyond that.”
“Yes, sir,” she said quickly. “Mine is also, which is why they suggested we work together.”
“When you bring work to my desk for my review, you will kneel on the cushion and wait for me to acknowledge you,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
Unable to resist, I reached down and ran my hand over her hair. It was as silky soft as it looked. She tensed beneath my touch, and something twisted in my chest. I hated that she was afraid of me.
“Last rule,” I said. “I am aware that you signed an NDA with the agency. However, I’m asking you to sign a second one this evening specifically for me. I’ll give you the opportunity to read it over and ask questions before signing, but basically, it’s reiterating that any information you see or hear in this room will not be shared outside of it.”
I squatted so I was face-to-face with her. “You can choose not to sign it, Charlotte, but know that if you refuse, our current session ends immediately, and I will not choose you for another.”
I was probably going overboard with the second NDA. The ironclad NDA the sisters required signing from clients and their employees covered every possible scenario. But while any secretarial work I gave Charlotte would be fake, I usually did real work on my laptop and occasionally took phone calls from actual clients. I doubted Charlotte would glean any relevant information, but signing a second NDA would impress upon her just how seriously I took my privacy.
“Are you willing to read over the NDA?” I asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said. “Signing it won’t be a problem, sir.”
“Good girl,” I said.
Her reaction to even that small amount of praise was surprising and delightful. Her tense body relaxed, her hands stopped trembling, and she got a light in her eyes that practically lit up her whole face.
Her happiness at pleasing me gave me an immediate dopamine hit. God, there was nothing I loved more than watching a woman find true joy in being my good girl. My surety that this would be the first and only play session with Charlotte diminished. Maybe her fear had less to do with me and more about her uncertainty about this new dynamic. Christ, I hoped so.
I straightened and said, “Stand, please, Charlotte.”
She stood with slightly more grace than she had knelt and gave me an uncertain smile. I pointed to the small desk. “Sit there while you read over the NDA, please.”
I gave her the NDA and a pen and returned to my desk. I glanced surreptitiously at her every few seconds, pleased to see how carefully she read the two page document. As she signed it, I joined her again and logged her into the laptop, opening the spreadsheet I wanted her to work on. It was a simple data entry job, completely fabricated on my end, and something anyone with half a brain could complete.
But I wasn’t trying to see how smart Charlotte was. It was easy to see how intelligent she was, even from the short time I’d spent in her presence. No, this was to gauge how well she obeyed me, and if she could get through the mind-numbing task I’d asked her to do, like, well… a good girl.
I showed her the email account I’d set up for her, a draft email already started with my own fake email account and briefly explained what I needed her to do with the spreadsheet before asking if she had any questions. Her bright smile was too fucking adorable as she said, “No questions, sir.”
“Email it to me for review when you’re finished,” I said.
“Yes, sir.” She was already placing her hands on her keyboard, a look of concentration on her face.
I returned to my chair, the soft clicking of Charlotte typing a soothing rather than distracting sound. I watched her work for a moment. She was already completely focused on her task and I was free to look my fill. She squinted at the screen - did she normally wear glasses? - and she had a habit of nibbling at that lush bottom lip as she worked.
I realized with a start that nearly five minutes had passed while I stared at her, and I forced my gaze to my laptop. I was starting a new job on Monday, and I still had plenty of clean-up work to finish for my previous job. I probably shouldn’t have booked a play session for tonight, but I couldn’t resist - not after the sisters had sent me Charlotte’s profile.
I took another glance at Charlotte, who now practically had her nose touching the small laptop screen but still squinted at the screen. I mentally shut down the image already searing into my brain of Charlotte on my desk with her skirt pushed up around her waist and her legs spread wide while I feasted on her pussy and turned back to my laptop.