Chapter Four
Like a tree without its leaves. To be bare is to be ready for change.
It was Saturday night, and I anxiously moved around my office, waiting for Maddox to arrive.
Why was I bothering with her? Because she's hot as hell and doesn’t want anything from you, and…
moldable, three things you always wanted.
But she’d slapped me, I argued with myself.
Cracked me a good one, me, Langden Ross.
Either she had a death wish or was incredibly ignorant of what I could do to her.
I could have outed her with her parents.
I could have insisted he punish her. I’m sure he would have if I’d shared the extent of her transgressions.
However, as no one else had ever spanked or punished her before, I was looking forward to being the one to set the little minx straight on the consequences of bad decisions.
My phone pinged. Maddox had arrived and would be in costume, or would she be a brat and defy me?
A soft knock on my door. “Come in,” I said, and my breath caught when she stepped through the doorway.
The overall effect was better than I could have imagined, hotter than my fantasy of her.
A slutty little convent girl with her heeled Mary Jane shoes and her long hair drawn up in twin pigtails.
The plaid mini barely covered her delectable ass, and her ample tits were squeezed into a push-up bra.
The white dress shirt was tied above her navel, with the buttons left undone.
She’d hung a crucifix around her neck, which was not part of the costume I sent over but a nice touch all the same.
I wondered briefly if she wore it for divine protection.
Nothing would save her from me, for once I decided I wanted something, it was mine, and in this case, it was Maddie.
I loved how the knee highs were so long they sat several inches above her knees, which trembled.
“All the way in.” I would keep up the stern pretense and hopefully evoke her complete obedience.
She stepped further into the room and closed the door behind her.
“Lock it.” She reached out a trembling hand and locked the door.
Turning back to face me, she gulped audibly.
“Now crawl to me.” I crossed my arms and waited.
Maddie got down on her knees and crawled to me.
When she was so close that her nose grazed my pants, she halted.
“Sit on your heels, knees wide and hands on your thighs, your eyes on my shoes. This is called presenting yourself. When I say present, this is what you do. Nod if you understand.” She nodded.
I gazed down at her. She must feel so completely lost. However, keeping her on edge like this was her punishment.
We’d see how she weathered being handled by a man who knew what he wanted.
“You will stay until I tell you to move. Nod if you heard me.” She nodded, and I went and sat down at my desk, pretending to work.
In truth, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She wasn’t the first to be on her knees in my office, but she was undoubtedly the most delicious sight so far.
I could pay for this service, but it was too rehearsed.
Most of the club women would stab their best friends in the back to be in Maddie’s shoes.
I was not interested in club women or anyone else at the moment.
Maddox, the innocent, bratty girl with the I.Q.
interested me, and as I had no other plans, there was time to see this, us, through to the conclusion.
An hour later, when her wiggling became incessant, I told her to crawl to the couch and stretch her legs.
She did and then waited for further instruction.
I gazed at her panty-clad ass while her elbows rested on the sofa, with her knees on the floor.
She looked as if she was praying. Maddie’s ponytails hung down her back, and I felt the urge to pull them as I drove her around the room, paddling her succulent tush.
I sank to my heels behind her and pressed a finger over her underwear into her tunnel. She was soaking, a good sign that despite being terrified, she was also excited. It was time to move into the fantasy of which the outfit set the stage.
“Maddox Sullivan, I hope you have learned your lesson and your prayers have been answered. Now it’s time to reward your savior.
Turn around.” I stood up and unzipped my pants.
My cock, which had been straining for an hour, jumped out, and I’m sure my swollen head looked large as it sat at her eye level.
“Open your mouth.” Maddox opened her mouth obediently, and I slid inside.
Have you ever given a blow job before Maddox?
” She nodded her head. I grabbed her ponytails and gripped them in one hand, rendering her head immobile.
Her wide eyes gazed up at me, waiting for instructions.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Maddox.
Be a good girl and take all that I give. ”
I pressed in further until I felt her gag reflex, and I stilled, giving her time to relax her throat, and then I pushed further.
My strokes were short at first. Just slight undulations of my hips were all that was required.
Still, she tried to take control of the movements, and every time she did, I snapped those ponytails and gripped them more firmly.
It wasn’t long until Maddie’s eyes dilated, and little squeaks and moans escaped her mouth.
She was enjoying herself, and I was glad she was, for her sounds reverberated off my cock in the most delightful way.
I allowed her mouth and tongue to work me over.
When I was ready, I relaxed my control and my orgasm followed.
I pumped my seed down her sexy throat and watched as it dripped down her lips when I pulled out.
I released her ponytails, enabling her to sit back and wipe her mouth.
“Excellent job, little girl. Now for your reward.” I helped Maddie to her feet and lay her back on the couch, ripping her panties off before spreading her knees wide.
I was happy to see she was freshly waxed and super soft.
I buried my face in her junction, delving my tongue deep inside her.
She arched with the assault and tried closing her legs against the invasion.
I was hoping she would, providing me the excuse to pull my face away and slap her pretty pink pussy lips.
She screeched with the first smack and pushed her knees apart with effort.
“Sorry, daddy, please don’t stop.” It was the first words she’d uttered since her arrival.
I flicked her hardened nub and pressed her button firmly with my thumb.
Her moaning and writhing were her body’s way of telling me how much she was enjoying herself.
I plunged two fingers in and traded my thumb for my tongue, and that was all it took.
Sweet Maddox fell apart. I continued my assault, changing up the stimulation and repeatedly driving her over the edge until she came so many times the couch was drenched in her juices.
All the attention I paid to her made my cock painfully stiff. When I entered her well-lubricated entrance, there was no resistance or adjustment required. She was hot and moist and open. Her channel pulled me in and massaged my shaft as I took her in long hard strokes.
“Oh my god, daddy, that’s it, Oh god, oh, oh, yes!” She screamed as her inner walls clamped down hard on my cock with her release. I followed, filling the condom with my second load. She lay still while I stood and removed my condom, depositing it in the trash.
I sat on the cushion beside Maddie. Her uniform was in disarray, her ponytails a mess.
In short, she was a delicious sight, and something shifted inside of me for the first time in forever.
I wanted her to be mine. Of course, my mind rejected my feelings as it had since the death of my parents.
Remaining the ice king had its advantages.
No one could hurt me if I didn’t let them in.
“How are you feeling, Maddox?” She smiled up at me with such trust that I felt my heart contract again. I quickly buried it.
“Amazing. Am I allowed to speak freely now?” I nodded, impressed that she asked.
“I just wanted to say how very sorry I am. I don’t know what came over me. I have never hit anyone, ever, and it was so unlike me.”
“So why did you?” Her bravery faltered, and her eyes dropped.
“I googled you, and when I saw all your rich women friends, I realized I was just a game to you, and it made me really mad. It was stupid and naive of me at the time and when I finally realized it, well I was upset and I took it out on you. I should have known, that is what I’m most sorry about.”
Her eyes returned to mine, and they reflected the storm of emotions I knew she was feeling. I was connected to her and could sense everything with her. Mind you, with no facade like most women had, it was relatively easy.
“Langden, I would like the job, but if I take it, I need this to stop. I need for this, us, to be professional. I won’t survive you, I know I won’t, and I’m not made for the games you are used to. I have paid for my bad behavior. Please set me free.”
Wow, not what I had expected. My innocent little Maddox had seen right to the core of where this was going and how it would end.
I too had been struggling as I had no desire to hurt her.
“I accept your request, Maddie, and will add that if you change your mind, you have only to let me know. I won’t touch you otherwise. ” She nodded as she sat up.
“I understand and accept your terms. Do you have a bathroom where I can get cleaned up?” I showed her my secret lair behind my office, which housed a bachelor pad, complete with a full bathroom rivaling any upscale hotel.
I never used it with women, keeping things out of my personal space and within the bounds of my business space.
That is how I viewed sexual pleasure as a business transaction.
Why I allowed Maddie to use it, I couldn’t say except that her innocence and her honesty had gutted me a little, and making this concession seemed natural.
When she exited, her blouse was done up and tucked into a pair of skin-tight jeans.
Her long hair was freshly brushed and hanging down in soft waves and on her feet were chunky heels instead of the Mary Janes she wore earlier.
She looked like the beautiful young college student she was.
Again, I felt a constriction, but soft, innocent college girls were no longer part of my life, and letting her go was the best conclusion for her.
I was hardcore and had been for a while.
That was who I was, and I wasn't going to change.
I invited her to take a seat at my desk, and we went over the spreadsheets, her wage, and hours.
An hour later, I handed her a key for the pub.
“Listen, Maddie, if you have issues or discrepancies, I want you to come to me first. I don’t know the staff well, and as this is your first rodeo, I want to ensure things run smoothly. ”
She looked like she wanted to negate my request. “This is a condition of employment, Maddox,” I added firmly.
“Won’t it look like I’m a plant or a tattletale? I don’t want people to hate me.” I sighed and sat back. Maybe I was making a mistake in giving her so much responsibility. My gut told another story, one in which I could trust her, and I needed someone I could trust.
I owned over a dozen clubs, and had discovered—- and shut down—illegal activities in several.
I believed that Maddox was a good fit because she was honest with me in the face of my anger with her the other day.
I had run a background check on her parents.
He was a good citizen, responsible, and her mother had come from wealth and lowered her standards in marrying her father and, of course, spent way more than their budget allowed.
Despite being a corporate accountant who had been paid well, he was always a little in debt.
No doubt he was a pleaser and worked on giving his wife everything she gave up to be with him.
That made him stupid more than made up for the experience she was lacking. And I knew, if I needed to, I could go Dominant on her, and she would spill. I had learned that Maddie was a true submissive.
“Maddie, one other item, just a caution.” Her eyes narrowed, but she remained silent. “Please be careful out there. You are like candy to men who like control. You can call me if you are ever in trouble or need my help.”
“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.” With our business finished, I had my driver take her home.
Maddie was utterly ignorant of the chip I had put in her phone while she had showered, or the added one I had hidden in her purse.
I intended to keep her safe. Why? I probably felt a lingering responsibility for her safety.
At least, that was the excuse I fed myself.