Chapter 5
Kelsey
“I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow.” I wrap my arms around Maddie and hug her tight.
She shakes her head as she leans back. “Don’t even try to act like my rehearsal dinner is a bigger deal than your new job. I can’t believe you’re working for my father. You didn’t even call or text to tell me. I had to find this out from him.”
I shrug, trying to make light of the situation. In reality, there’s nothing to say about it. We’ve just finished our first full week, and everything has gone smoothly. Mr. Kennedy seems pleased with my work, and I’ve been challenged every day. We’ve been professional and polite.
To an outsider, there was not a shred of evidence that I’d rather have been on my knees between his legs than researching acquisitions and mergers. No one would know that he saw me naked a week ago. I’ve held all that inside me.
When I climb into bed at night, I make good use of every vibrator I own, coming at least twice before I can fall asleep. I’m worried about how I will be able to keep up the charade long-term. My fantasies are filthy and varied.
Keeping my overactive imagination out of the office has been tricky.
Submitting to him in his office is the last thing I picture at night and the first thing I visualize in the morning.
It’s madness. I wish I could come up with a totally different fantasy.
Even though there’s no way to avoid him starring in every one of them, it would help if I could picture us at the club or groping in a dark theater or making out in his Lexus.
But no. My mind always goes back to office scenes. I can’t even manage to change to a fictitious office location. I’m always in the one he actually occupies. The one next to mine. He locks the door, tells me to take off my blouse, and points toward the floor in front of him.
I kneel between his legs while he fondles my tits through my lace bra until I’m struggling to keep still. His hand is always firm on the back of my head as he guides his cock into my mouth.
Madness, especially because I’ve never given a guy a blowjob. I don’t even know if I would like it. I’m not a virgin. I’ve had a few different partners, but at no point did I ever find myself craving sucking their cock.
Everything is different with Mr. Kennedy. Maybe it’s his age, his dominance, or the fact that he really is my boss. My fantasies are naughty and forbidden. Age-gap, workplace, BDSM.
In my head, Mr. Kennedy spreads me open and fucks me face-to-face while I lie on top of his desk. He also takes me from behind while I lean over the top. Up against the windows is my favorite exhibitionist position. And his attached bathroom has so many possibilities.
He’s a lot bossier when he’s dominating me in my daydreams, his demands impossible to ignore. He likes to fist my hair with one hand and pull almost too hard. The pain makes my pussy pulse.
“It’s no big deal,” I tell Maddie. “It’s just a job. He insists my resume spoke for itself.”
Maddie narrows her gaze at me.
I don’t want to continue this conversation, so I interrupt her. “I thought the rehearsal went perfectly. You’re going to be the most beautiful bride tomorrow.”
She smiles. It’s obvious she’s so fucking happy.
It’s only been about three months since Myles marched into the bar where we were enjoying shots and practically dragged her out like he was her Daddy.
I even accused him of being a hot DILF. Myles doesn’t have kids, so he wouldn’t technically be a DILF, but he was growling like he was her dad, so it was impossible to resist taunting him.
My, how the tables have turned. Little did I know that a month later, Maddie’s father would waltz into my house and take my breath away. There’s something about him. Before that night, I didn’t have a thing for older men. It’s just him. Mr. Kennedy.
And then he returned to Germany for two months, leaving me with my overactive imagination and enough fodder to keep my vibrators plugged in beside my bed at all times.
My feelings for him are confusing. If anything, I’m more attracted to him than I was that first night. It wasn’t an apparition. He’s sexy as fuck, and I swoon over the way he dominates me.
Even though we haven’t crossed any lines this past week, the sexual tension is always in the air. It’s simply unspoken. He also has a tendency to subtly boss me around as if he can’t help himself.
“Time for a lunch break, Kelsey. My office. Now.”
“You get too focused. Set your coffee on the warmer so it doesn’t get cold.”
“Close the door.”
“Sit.”
“Go home, Kelsey.”
The man barks orders night and day, but they’re meant to improve my life.
When he places demands on me, he is always in full-on Dom mode.
We might as well be at Edge. Telling me to go home at the end of the day comes out with the same tone I’m sure he’d use to command a submissive to kneel and open his pants. I wish he would do that to me.
Maddie glances down at the rest of my body. “This is a new dress, isn’t it? You didn’t have to get something fancy for tonight. It was just a rehearsal. You already bought the maid of honor dress for tomorrow.”
I shrug. “I saw this in a boutique and couldn’t resist. It’s not like I won’t wear it again.
” I’m stretching the truth. I searched for this dress for two hours on Wednesday night while Mr. Kennedy was in his meeting.
There was no way I was going to Edge without him, even though that’s absurd.
I’m the one who said we needed to set up a schedule and not go on the same nights. Madness.
I feel incredibly sexy wearing this. It’s a pale pink silk that hugs my curves perfectly. It has spaghetti straps, the front is cut low, and I’m not wearing anything under it. My heels are a matching shade of pink. It gives the illusion of innocence mixed with extremely tempting sex appeal.
At least that’s how I felt the first time I tried it on and again tonight, and I’m confident Mr. Kennedy agrees, based on the heated gaze he has nailed me with a dozen times. I can feel him looking even when my back is facing him.
I can’t decide if he wants to reprimand me for tempting him or tear my clothes off with one hand. I’m fine either way.
What I hadn’t been prepared for was how horny I would be tonight. I managed to hold it together all week, even though I was never far away from the object of my desire for more than an hour at a time.
But tonight, I’m in his home. I’ve never been here. When Maddie moved into the house I was renting, her father was already in Germany. She hadn’t wanted to stay alone in this pretentious mansion.
I can understand that now that I’m here. It’s huge. Though the kitchen and bathrooms have recently been updated, the structure is older. I love it, but I would be a bit freaked out living here alone.
“I have to pee,” Maddie whispers before turning and gliding from the kitchen.
Taking a deep breath, I try to center myself.
This evening has been intense. The wedding party is small.
Just me as the maid of honor and Mr. Kennedy as the best man.
The irony isn’t lost on me. It was hard to focus on anything the officiant said during the rehearsal.
My attention was always on the man opposite me.
I’m losing my grip on reality. There’s no way I can keep up this charade for much longer. Something is going to snap, though I’m not sure what. If I could just shake this infatuation…
I flinch when hands land on my shoulders from behind. I’m so in my head that I don’t hear him sneak up on me. He’s never touched me this intimately, and my breath hitches when his lips come close to my ear. “You’ve been holding that glass of wine for a while. How much have you had to drink?”
His question is odd. I lick my lips. “A few sips,” I whisper. It would seem we’re alone for a moment. Maddie and Myles are probably about to leave. I probably should have left with the reverend.
“Good. You’re tense.”
I swallow. His words are incongruent. I’m not sure what he’s getting at, but I respond, “I would usually be at Edge tonight and tomorrow night. Submitting helps me relax at the end of the work week. I’m…” I don’t know how to finish that sentence. Why am I telling him this?
“That’s what I suspected. You need an impact play session, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumble. Holy shit. Is he…?
“This is the sexiest dress I’ve ever seen in my life, Kelsey, but I think it’s time to take it off, don’t you?”
My breath hitches. I don’t think my cheeks have ever been this hot. I wonder if I’m imagining this. It can’t be real.
He lifts one hand from my shoulder to take the wine glass out of my grip and sets it on the counter. “Go upstairs to my bedroom, remove everything but the heels. When I come up, I want you bent over, hands on the bed, legs wide, head bowed.”
He isn’t asking. He’s instructing me. I start panting. I must be dreaming.
“Now, Kelsey. Your hesitation is going to earn you extra swats.”
Is that supposed to be a threat? The man knows I like to be struck by just about anything. He’s seen me submit. I can’t be sure what his motivations are tonight, but I won’t turn him down. I need the release. “Yes, Sir.”
Mr. Kennedy directs me toward the back stairs that lead up from the kitchen. If I disappear quickly, maybe Maddie will think I simply went home. I certainly don’t want to explain my actions to her. I doubt her father does either.
I hurry as gracefully as possible to the stairwell. The moment I’m out of sight, I bend down and take off my heels so they won’t clink loudly with each step.
Before I manage to lift my foot, I hear Maddie’s voice on the other side of the wall. “Did Kelsey leave?”
“Yes. I got her a ride-share. She said she’ll meet you at the salon at nine.”
I smirk as I silently climb the steps. It’s impressive that Mr. Kennedy knows when we’re getting our hair done. His answer was spot on. I hear Myles’s voice next, and then I’m too far away.
I’ve never been on this floor, but it’s not difficult to head for the double doors at the end of the hallway, and before I know it, I’m standing in an enormous master suite. It’s done in dark, rich colors. The king-sized bed is mahogany, four-poster, and high off the floor.
It will take a few minutes for Mr. Kennedy to see his daughter and her fiancé out, but I don’t want to risk his wrath. I quickly slink out of the dress, drape it over the maroon leather armchair, slip my heels back on, and assume the position he requested.
Time ticks by, causing me to go into my head. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Mr. Kennedy is Maddie’s father. He’s nearly twice my age. He can hardly be a hypocrite, considering Maddie is about to marry his best friend, who is the same age as him. But I’ve never done anything like this.
The four guys I’ve been with were my age and more like boys than men. My experiences were uninspiring. And I’ve never dated anyone who knew a thing about Dominance and submission.
I’m overthinking. I’m not dating Mr. Kennedy.
He hasn’t offered sex either. He’s going to give me the release I need through impact play.
I shouldn’t worry that I’m naked. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.
This is probably no big deal to him. He’s a Dom.
It’s what he does. He recognizes my need and has offered to fulfill it.
No. He ordered me to obey him. There were no questions. But again, he can sense what I need. He’s probably been a Dom for longer than I’ve been alive.
The wait is killing me, but I don’t dare move.