Entranced By Him

  Entranced by Him

  By: Cassandra Harper

  Published by Cassandra Harper

  Copyright 2014 Cassandra Harper

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  The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.

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  I jolted awake and nearly fell out of bed rolling over to turn off the alarm. 7:49 stared at me in accusing red LED. Shit, I was late for work! I scrambled up and rushed into the bathroom. Eight minutes later I was pulling on clothes while trying to tame my wet hair. Finally I gave up and settled for a slouchy bun. Business casual Friday, right? A pencil skirt, blouse, and flats would have to do. I grimaced. Today I finished an internship at Donovan Enterprises and I originally wanted to go out with a bang. Instead I was going to toe the line of acceptable apparel. No time to dwell on it now. I found my purse and just barely remembered to snatch my keys off the rack on the way out. Today was going to be a rough day.

  I zoned out to some music on the way to work, trying to settle my nerves. Rumor had it that Logan Donovan, the owner of the company, often threw a going-away party for the interns on their last day as a way to weed through potential employees. I shivered just thinking about it. Beginning my career at Donovan Enterprises would be a great head start, but the idea of being hired by the top man himself was daunting. Maybe it would be better if I crawled my way up the ladder all on my own.

  I made it to my desk by 8:38 and no one seemed the wiser. My fellow interns looked a mixture of relieved, bored, and terrified. Apparently not everyone had gotten the memo. Focus, Lily. You need to make an impression, even on your last day. For the next three hours I busied myself with a myriad of excel files.

  I was about to go to lunch when Gina, a fellow intern, stopped by and said, “Did you hear? Mr. Donovan himself is coming down to see us off! If I had known that I would’ve worn my sexy boots!” She winked at me and sashayed to the elevator. My heart rate skyrocketed. I did not need this today!

  After lunch I threw myself into my work. Maybe if I busted my ass it would make up for my disheveled appearance. The hours flew by and before I knew it 5:30 arrived.

  I saved and closed my last document and looked up to find a tall, immaculately dressed man standing at my desk. I inhaled sharply and my fingers trembled as I moved the mouse to shut down the computer.

  “Good day, Ms. Hughes. Lillian, is it? I’m pleased to see you’re still working. I take notice of that kind of initiative. I do believe it is time for my somewhat ritualistic sending off of interns. Would you care to join us?” he asked, extending a hand to a nearby conference room where everyone was congregating.

  “O-of course, Mr. Donovan. It would be my pleasure,” I responded, flushing. I tried combing through my hair with my fingers to catch any flyaways and followed him down the hall.

  As we walked I took in his features. I found him terribly attractive, tall dark and handsome in his tailored foreign-made suit. A true Adonis, he was broad shouldered, fit, and tanned. While not young, he was still in his prime and looked smoking hot. He also happened to be in control of the fastest growing marketing firm in Chicago and as such was far, far beyond my league. Still, I found my mind wandering to entirely inappropriate thoughts. His hands coursing over my body, grasping and caressing in just the right spots…

  I shook my head to clear it and found Mr. Donovan holding the door open for me, an eyebrow raised in question. I blushed furiously and darted into the room. I made my way over to the refreshments and promptly scarfed down a cheesecake-stuffed strawberry from the fruit platter. I spent the next half hour mingling with everyone, though I felt Mr. Donovan’s eyes on me more than once. Could he be interested in me? Don’t be ridiculous, I told myself. If nothing else, he probably thinks you’re a little crazy.

  Finally, after what seemed like ages, Mr. Donovan cleared his throat and began, “I’d like to thank all of you for taking an interest in my company with this internship. I know most of you are only here for the résumé builder, and that’s perfectly fine. Others have a genuine interest in this company, and the rest of you I can only guess at. You are all welcome to stay as late as you’d like tonight, but if any of you would like to speak to me about advancing your career here, you have only to ask. I’ll be available in my office on the top floor. Please enjoy yourselves and I hope to see you all in successful business careers in the future.”

  With that he began to make his way out of the room. He paused here and there to say a few words to my colleagues. As he drew closer to me, my heart began to pound. Certainly it was just a coincidence he took the long way around the room towards the door? He stopped mere inches from me and leaned in close, his green eyes piercing mine. “I would especially like to see you in my office, Ms. Hughes. I believe we have a lot to talk about.”

  Before I could respond he was gone, and I was left jittery and excited.

  What was I going to do? Should I go for it? What was the worst that could happen? I finished my drink and turned determinedly towards the elevators. A few of my fellow interns were also making their way over, Gina at the forefront, and I got in line. Most likely he’ll pick someone else. What can he possibly see in me?

  The elevator ride was oddly quiet. Everyone seemed introspective, and I could practically feel some of them practicing their self-aggrandizing speeches. When we reached the top floor, I took a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting room outside Mr. Donovan’s office. A tall girl in a smart-looking business suit knocked on the door first. I heard Mr. Donovan invite her in.

  Over the next hour and a half, former interns filtered into and out of the office. It seemed that every time I was about to stand up for my turn, someone slipped in before I could even lift a finger. I found myself growing more nervous by the minute. What if I ended up being last? Certainly he he’ll have made his choices by then. Why was I even still waiting? And yet something kept me rooted to that seat. Something in the way he looked at me, maybe.

  “Ms. Hughes? Would you still like to talk?” I jumped and looked around wildly. Suddenly I was alone on the top floor of Donovan Enterprises with Logan Donovan himself.

  I stood shakily, smoothed my skirt and said, “Yes sir, of course,” as I followed him into his office.

  The room was huge. A monolithic desk stood dead center of the cavernous space and two full walls were nothing but glass. I nearly got vertigo just looking outside, and carefully sat on a very plush sofa near the drink cabinet.

  “So, Ms. Hughes,” Mr. Donovan began as he poured two glasses of a dark amber liquid, “Why do you think I asked you to come up here tonight?”

  “Well, sir, I assumed you’re going to offer me a job. Though I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting to take any shortcuts this early in my career.”

  He chuckled as he brought me my drink, and sat down on the sofa next to me. “Now now Ms. Hughes, who said you were taking shortcuts? What I’m looking for is a personal assistant, someone who’s highly efficient, can keep my calendar in order, and travel with me if necessary.”

  I frowned and sipped at my drink. It burned like hell on the way down, but it warmed me all the way through. “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.” br />
  “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 and slowly licked my lips. He returned my smile.

  “It seems to me that you’re one feisty woman, Ms. Hughes,” he said as he caught his breath.

  “I just like to make sure the job is done thoroughly, sir,” I replied. He flashed me a boyish grin and it took my breath away. Man, was he hot.

  “I knew I could count on you. I chose well. And now it seems that I owe you for succeeding so well on your first assignment,” I was surprised to see that he was growing hard again already. I bit my lip and smiled.

  He rose to his feet and divested himself of his pants. He carefully unbuttoned his shirt and removed his cufflinks. Then he motioned for me to rise and join him near his desk. I looked nervously out the window, but walked to him.

  “Now, Ms. Hughes, if you would please bend over the desk for me.” I obliged, internally cursing that I wasn’t wearing heels. I felt him move behind me, pressing his member against me. I thought my panties would combust on the spot. Mr. Donovan slipped a hand under my skirt and ran it along my backside. “Mmmm, I love a girl who wears thongs,” he murmured appreciatively, before drawing them down my legs. He pushed my skirt up over my ass, and then slapped it hard, without warning. I cried out in shock.

  No one had ever struck me before. I felt tears sting my eyes, and before I could react, he hit me again. I yelped again, and then his hand was rubbing where it was sore and I realized I was panting. Did that just turn me on even more? Before I could pursue that line of thinking he slapped me again, the smack a sharp sound in the large space. I cried out again, but this time it was clearly a sound of pleasure. In that moment I relinquished myself to him, my body entirely his. It was as if he’d been waiting for that moment, and recognized it. With one final slap he thrust himself inside me and I moaned.

  Never before had a man filled me so completely. Mr. Donovan grasped my hips and began to pump in and out. The sensation nearly overwhelmed me and I found myself building to a quick climax. Simply the feeling of being so full put me over the edge and I exploded around him. Before I could recover, he leaned in and ran a hand up my shirt, pulling out a breast and rolling a nipple between his fingers. I shuddered and clenched, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.

  I held on to the far edge of the desk as he pounded into me. He expertly pulled and teased my nipple, and I felt another orgasm slowly building inside me. It was too much, too fast. I had never been fucked like this. Mr. Donovan kissed the nape of my neck, and I arched my back in response, feeling him push deeper into me. The tidal wave inside me was rising, and I felt it rushing closer with every thrust. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his other hand moved down to my clit, and rubbed gently. I distantly heard myself screaming as it pushed me over the edge and my world shattered.

  When I came to, the first thing I noticed was the exhaustion. Secondly, I was being cradled in Mr. Donovan’s arms. He sat naked, leaning against the window. I could see the night sky and a myriad of stars above us. When he saw that I was awake, he smiled and said, “Not bad for your first day, Ms. Hughes. Very promising.” I smiled crookedly, and yawned in response.

  “Come, let me take you home. It’s late and transit can be unreliable this time of night,” he stood with me still in his arms, and gently lowered my feet to the floor. They felt shaky and weak. Jeez, talk about a work out. I pulled myself together enough to look semi-presentable to the public and followed Mr. Donovan to the elevator.

  “I’ll have my driver take us. He’s waiting for us in the garage,” Mr. Donovan said as he clicked an elevator button. The ride down was quiet, but not awkwardly so. Probably because I was half asleep.

  When we reached the garage a large black SUV pulled up, and Mr. Donovan ushered me into the back seat. He slid in beside me and nodded to the driver. We pulled away and I let myself float, watching the street lights go by in weary detachment.

  Mr. Donovan shook me awake, and I realized we were parked in front of my apartment building. How did he know where to go? That was a question for another time.

  “Thank you, sir, for giving me this opportunity,” I said as I got out. To my surprise he got out with me, and took my hands in his.

  “You’re very welcome, Lillian. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you were the one I wanted. I hope that this arrangement is as beneficial to you as it will be for me. Enjoy your weekend, and I’ll see you first thing on Monday. We’ll have you look over the paperwork
then.”

  I nodded and started shuffling toward the door. Logan held my hand, however, and whispered in my ear, “Tonight was just the beginning. I have a whole new world to show you, Lillian. I can only hope that you’re as willing to see that world as I am.” My breath caught in my throat and I looked into his eyes. What I saw there filled my chest with hope and made my heart soar.

  TO BE CONTINUED…

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