At His Pleasure: Addie Learns the Ropes Read Online Free

up my glasses. Today I got up so early I didn’t even have time to put in my contacts. Mr. Banks came through the elevator doors fifteen minutes later, casting an approving glance in my direction as he strode past me.
    I smiled to myself. Today was the day. I was going to impress him...I was early, the Schumacher files delivered, his mail already sorted, and all his expense reports for the previous month finished. There was nothing he could possibly complain about.
    No...today, Addie Curtis is the world’s best secretary. Throwing myself into my work, I barely noticed the hours passing by. There was a lot to it—after this, I’d never look down on secretaries again.
    Mr. Banks left the building around four; he had an appointment with a broker on the other side of town. I took the final work hour of the day to clean up his calendar, and finished booking his business trip to Amsterdam at five thirty on the dot. I kinda rule right now.
    Tossing my third empty coffee cup into the trash, I stood up and picked up my purse. All ready to go—and then I stopped.
    Mr. Banks was gone for the day. He wouldn’t come back until the morning. I could go in his office if I wanted to...I could turn on his computer, open up those files...I felt a faint warmth between my thighs at the thought.
    I mean, why not? No one’s gonna find out.
    Dropping my purse back down, I walked into his darkened office. I didn’t bother turning on the lights—I certainly didn’t want to be interrupted. Sitting down in his chair once more, I flicked his mouse and the screen lit up. Nothing very exciting this time—just a spreadsheet. I minimized the window and opened his personal folder.
    Hmm. Badgirlbound.mov again? I could feel my mouth salivating as I scrolled through the files, until I found something new. Badgirlbound2.mov. I clicked on the file and sat back in the chair, unbuttoning my blazer and the top of my blouse.
    I skipped to the middle of the video. The premise was the same as the first one—same girl, same man. But this time her hands were bound in front of her, tied to a rack...she was gagged now, and a thick black collar ringed her neck. The sight of a woman like this—naked, trussed up, her nipples hard and her pussy bare—god, it sent an instant jolt through my cunt.
    Easing my breasts out from the top of my bra, I teased my own nipples into hard points. I licked my lip as I watched the man run his hands over her round, soft ass. With his hair graying at his temples, he almost looked like Mr. Banks…
    The camera zoomed in. He was parting her cheeks now, slowly pressing one lube-slicked finger after another into her tight hole. Jesus...is he going to fuck her in the ass? I moaned. Stretching her open with his fingers for the camera, he grunted in approval as she leaned forward, lifting her ass and showing off her beautiful shaved pussy.
    I had a hand on my nipple and the other between my legs now, rubbing my clit hard under my wet panties. I knew a lot of the so-called good girls at school had anal sex to save their virginity for marriage. I always assumed that they were slutty. But this was so insanely wrong and hot.
    I leaned my head back as my fingers moved faster, my legs trembling. He was fucking her now, his long length sliding in and out of her loosened ass, his hand tilting her ass up.
    I never imagined that I could get turned by this. I wanted to know what that felt like, to feel myself filled with a cock in such a dark, forbidden place. My clit throbbed at the thought, and I could feel the spasms getting closer and closer.
    As she came with a strangled cry, he whispered in her ear: “This is what good girls get. Fucked where they need it most, right in the ass.”
    I remembered what I’d said to him the night before— I’ve always been a good girl, Mr. Banks. Then I was fantasizing about him—about his hand between my legs, his mouth on me, his cock in my pussy and my ass.
    My orgasm ripped through me the second I heard