Chapter Five
Controlled flames provide warmth, but left unattended consume all.
It was early Monday morning, and I was at the pub.
Having a job on campus was a bonus that allowed me to work in between my classes.
I had two hours until our first delivery, which would make my baseline easy to work with.
I had counted all the stock right down to the last straw and input the information into the spreadsheet.
Langden had replaced the ancient computer I’d seen on my previous visit with a brand-new MAC.
With the extra time I had while waiting, I decided to clean and organize the office I shared with the manager, Sonya, a grad student who had been working at the pub for years. It seemed odd that she was still here, but maybe the money was good and provided downtime to focus on her thesis.
I didn’t want to call her a slacker, but her efforts were minimal at best, and I wondered how long she would last under Langden’s ownership.
I sighed and plunked down on the office chair.
I missed him already and wished I could take back what I’d said.
I hoped his dick throbbed every time he thought of me because my empty pussy ached with the loss of him.
I moaned into my hands. I had turned into a phalliphiliac for Langden.
Don’t be so dramatic. You've only seen the man three times.
Get a grip, Maddie. Great, now I was a crazy person talking to myself in an empty pub.
I glanced up at the single camera and prayed it was off as the bar was closed.
The last thing I needed was Langden watching me lose my shit.
Mind you, he would assume it was him I was thinking of.
And probably enjoy watching me squirm with the need of him.
Needing redemption for my imaginary thoughts, I held my middle finger up at the camera and got on with my job.
I considered my action a test, as I knew there was no way he’d let that pass if he was watching me.
I imagined being over his knee and his fingers straying to my juicy entrance after chastising me…
Wait, what was that? I heard the door open and close.
Odd, I was sure I’d locked it. “Hello, I called out, but there was no response.
I rose from my chair and peeked out the door, “Hello, anyone here?” Still, no answer.
Feeling a little panicked, I walked out into the pub and looked around.
I didn’t see or hear anyone, but I couldn't shake the feeling someone was watching me.
I turned around and screamed when I saw Sonya directly behind me.
“Jesus, Sonya, you very nearly gave me a heart attack.”
She smirked, “I’m a bit early.” I looked at her blankly, trying to still my heart beating crazily in my chest. “You wanted to go over that new worksheet you told me about.”
“Oh, right, I totally forgot you were coming. I’ve been waiting for the delivery so I could add it to my count.”
She smirked again. “I’m sure it’s on its way. Why don’t we go in the back, and you can show me what's what?” I nodded in agreement, my hand still over my rapidly beating heart.
Sonya asked a lot of questions about numbers.
She was more intelligent than she let on.
Quite the mathematician really, for an English grad student.
Being wary of Langden’s warning, I had an encrypted file folder that backed up the numbers to ensure that I would still have the correct records even if the spreadsheet was manipulated.
No one knew I had created it, and I planned on keeping it that way.
If anyone tried to screw over the new owner, I would be the first to know.
Reading between the lines, I felt that Langden was looking for someone he could trust, and despite no longer having his hot cock to give me unlimited pleasure, I planned on being a responsible employee.
When I was done, and Sonya was long gone, I took one last look around to ensure I hadn’t missed anything, and then I locked the door and left for my afternoon classes.
The next four days followed the same pattern.
I showed up at the pub in the early am, spent several hours going over receipts, stock, and adding the minuses to my work.
By the time Saturday rolled around, I was a nervous wreck.
This would be my first meeting with Langden to go over everything from the first week.
It would also be a test of sorts. I wanted him, badly, and I had played with myself more since the previous Saturday than my entire first year of college.
I chose my outfit very carefully. If I dressed slutty, my intentions might be misinterpreted. If I dressed too young, I might feel intimidated, and I really wanted to feel like we were on the same playing field. I assumed my feelings for him would be hidden if I used my outfit to cloak them.
After trying on and discarding too many outfits to count, I ended up in a pencil skirt, with a slit up the back, and Italian black pumps.
My mother had insisted that I have one professional pair of heels, and I’m glad she had.
A white form-fitting blouse and I completed the look with my hair in a messy bun held together by a pencil.
I wore contacts for everyday wear but opted for my Lennon glasses and pink pearl lipstick to complete the look.
I admired the finished product in the mirror, pouting my lips in various ways and adjusting my push-up bra.
Sooo maybe I didn’t want him to get the wrong impression, and maybe I did push him away, standing on professional moral highground, but there was nothing wrong with having him wishing otherwise.
His driver picked me up and walked me to the office door. I knocked and waited, but there was no response. I opened it and stood stock-still in the doorway. A few feet away, Langden stood leaning back against his desk, with a woman sitting on her heels fucking his cock with her mouth.
I saw red but didn’t budge or utter a sound. Instead, I watched her fuck Langden’s big cock, her cheeks puffing with the effort of accommodating his enormous size. He didn’t grip her hair like he had with me. He didn’t touch her at all. Instead, his hands gripped the edge of his desk.
My eyes traveled to his bulging thighs that were straining with pleasure. I licked my lips at the hot scene in front of me. I had a good imagination and didn’t need visual stimulation to get myself off, but this was real, and so was the pool of moisture between my thighs.
Langden was close to spilling his load. His breathing became more rapid, and it was at that moment he turned his head and caught me watching.
He looked smug, and I felt a desire to slap the devious smile right off his face.
Instead, I held his gaze, almost as if I was daring him to come while I watched.
And then he grabbed the woman's hair and thrust into her mouth and let out a long groan as he unloaded down her throat. When he was done, he told her to leave. I don’t know what she was expecting, but she ran past me with a look of anger in her eyes.
It was my turn to look superior and offer a calculating smile. “I guess I’m right on time.” I kicked the door shut with my foot and sashayed over to the chair. Langden hadn’t moved or retrieved his pants, so his now flaccid cock was at my eye level when I sat down.
“Your cock looks sad, Langden. Perhaps you should put him away now that he’s had his fun.
” I sounded so sure of myself, but the truth was I was trembling with a myriad of feelings.
I wanted to cry that he had moved on so fast. I imagined myself begging to be the one at his feet and taking his cock in my mouth.
I wanted to be his little girl. I wanted to be taken by him, cared for by him, and be the complete innocent I’d been two weeks ago.
I didn’t say or do anything; however, I just waited for him to collect himself and sit down.
I could feel his gaze as it seared me to my core, and kept my eyes firmly on his desk, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall.
I was grateful when he pulled up his pants and walked off to his private suite.
That gave me the opportunity to let out the breath I’d been holding and greedily suck in air.
Stay strong Maddox, you can do this. When Langden came back a few minutes later. I had my laptop open, the spreadsheet ready, and my eyes dry and clear. I wanted to crow with the victory when I held his look and believed I may get through our meeting unscathed.
“You are looking lovely this evening, Maddie.”
“Please, let's keep this professional. I prefer to be called Miss Sullivan.” He smirked but said nothing, so I continued.
“I have the spreadsheet open, and already I have found issues.”
Langden took the chair beside me and examined my work. “What's the problem, the numbers seem to jive.”
“Well, they would, but this is the spreadsheet I keep in the computer at work, that means that anyone who has access to the office and computer can access the spreadsheet.”
“And….” he waited for further clarification.
I opened the second sheet. “Compare that with this one. This is stored in an encrypted file that only I know of. I wanted to have a comparison that no one could alter, and if you compare the two, you will see small but consistent differences between the two.”
Langden took the laptop and looked over the two documents several times before he sat back. “We have a thief.”
“We do,” I agreed.
“So, besides myself and Sonya, who else can use the office?”
He sighed, “that is a good question. The head day bartender, the head night bartender, the head server… five people for sure, that I know of.”
“Is there any way we can create a new password and only allow Sonya to have it? If it's her, it will be easy enough to determine.”
“There is, but I prefer to leave a marker, so instead, each person will be coded their own access, and then we will know, based on the signature log, who has adjusted the books.”
“Oh, yes, of course, that is a good idea.” A long silence followed, and feeling the discomfort from before returning, I asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Ross?”
His eyes darkened briefly, and I wondered what would happen if I called him master Ross or daddy Ross. Oh god, even thinking about it set a new pool in my rapidly sodden g-string.
“Yes, actually, I have had a crazy week and was wondering if I could talk you into a business dinner?”
“Uh, ah, I don’t know.”
“Oh, please, Maddox,” he remonstrated, “do you think me so high-handed that I can’t control myself around an employee? Have you eaten?” he demanded.
“No sir, I mean Mr. Ross.”
“Sir is fine, and wouldn’t it be remiss of me to not feed a hungry employee?” It was logical, and why not? I was starving, having missed lunch, and too nervous about our meeting to eat dinner.
“Okay, since you put it that way, I would love to. Thank you, sir.” Langden smirked and escorted me out the door and down the back to his car.
I rolled my eyes at his red Ferrari, really just a little ostentatious, but I was also excited.
This might be my only opportunity to ever sit in a Ferrari, and I planned on enjoying it.
Langden opened my door and then wholly overwhelmed my senses when he leaned in and did up my seatbelt.
Who did that? His neck was inches from my nose, and I got a waft of him and his aftershave, a heady mix of sandalwood and spice.
I closed my eyes and clenched my thighs.
Maybe this was a mistake? He closed the door, and it automatically locked.
I was efficiently locked in steel and chrome with a man of similar stuff.
Langden got in and gave me a cunning grin that sent heat right down to my core.
I turned my eyes and stared out the front of the window, hoping I would be safe if I didn’t look at him.
Instead, focusing on my breath and making sure I didn’t hold it.
I did that a lot, and I had been told it contributed to my panic attacks.
Langden kept the topics of the conversation completely non-sexual, thank goodness.
The woman who had sucked him off was not brought up, and I wondered if this would be a scene I would be forced to witness every Saturday night?