Free Entranced By Him by Cassandra Harper Page B

“No
offense, Mr. Donovan, but I didn’t bust my ass for the last four
years to become a secretary. I’m a little disappointed if that’s
all you think I’m good for.”
    “On the contrary, Ms. Hughes. I choose my
assistant very carefully. She must be intelligent, articulate, and
again, efficient, to even qualify. I need to know I can rely on her
completely. I entrust a lot of my personal dealings to my
assistant, and expect everything to run smoothly. There are certain
benefits, as well, that we can discuss in your contract. Can I
expect you in as early as Monday?”
    I blinked. Clearly Mr. Donovan was accustomed to
getting his way. And what was this about a contract? That made it
sound like I was bound to him.
     
    “It seems that only women may fill this
capacity. Any reason for that, sir?” I asked as I took another sip,
knowing the drink was making me bold.
    At that, Mr. Donovan looked at me and smiled
wickedly, and my thighs clenched. Suddenly I was hot with desire. I
inhaled a sharp breath as the dawning realization of my situation
hit me. Mr. Donovan was asking me into a personal relationship; one
that he kept under control with the illusion of a professional
relationship. He could command me as he pleased at work, but in our
personal life… I realized I was nearly panting with desire as he
watched me think it through.
    “Well, Ms. Hughes, do you accept my offer?” he
asked in a low, husky tone.
    I looked up and locked eyes with him and knew I
was lost, already surrendering to a dream I didn’t know I longed
for so fervently. “Yes, Mr. Donovan, I accept,” I replied.
    “Excellent, I’ll have the papers drawn up in the
morning. For now, I’m going to give you an introductory lesson.” He
took my hand and drew me up to my feet. He wound a hand into my
hair and I moaned softly. His touch set me on fire, and at that
second I knew I wanted him inside me. I leaned into him, knowing I
was already gone, already under his spell. He pulled my chin up
with a finger, and we kissed. His lips seared me, an electrical
current I felt all the way to my toes. I gasped and Mr. Donovan’s
eyes widened. He deepened the kiss and I willingly relented. His
tongue found mine and wrapped together, over and over.
    He finally broke away and I shuddered, full of
need. “Now, Ms. Hughes,” he said, breathing hard, “I need to know
that you can perform certain… duties. If you would,” and he
gestured to his waist.
    I eagerly tore at his pants, ripping his belt
off with a quick snap. I noted absently that he was a boxer-briefs
man, and filed it away just in case. Then I uncovered his member
and wrapped my hand around it. I was not disappointed in its girth
in the least. I looked up and raised an eyebrow. That garnered a
chuckle, and I felt my cheeks redden. Slowly I began stroking his
shaft, and leaned in to flick my tongue against the tip. I heard a
sharp intake of breath, and smiled. I could handle this. I made
sure to squeeze a little, and took the tip into my mouth. I ran my
tongue around the head, and tasted a drop of precum. Mr. Donovan
let out a quiet groan and fell back against the drink cabinet. I
moved with him, and took him entirely into my mouth. I relaxed my
throat and worked him back and forth.
    His breath grew ragged, and he said, “That’s
good, Ms. Hughes. That’ll do for tonight.”
    I wasn’t done with him, however, and didn’t
stop. I picked up the pace, and felt him tense. Before he could
pull away, I twisted my tongue against the underside of the head,
where I knew it was most sensitive and was rewarded with a muffled
curse as a shot of hot cum poured into my mouth. I pushed him to
the back of my throat and swallowed it all down.
    Mr. Donovan slid down the cabinet until he was
sitting on the floor, and I knew that I was seeing him in a rare
moment of vulnerability. He was clearly a man who liked to be in
charge and, at this moment, I had been the one in charge. He
glanced up at me, and I smirked