UpAndComing

  Up and Coming

  Christi Ann

  Phillip Matthews is an ambitious corporate lawyer with a kinky personal life. He has no problem keeping the two separate. That is, until the boss’s debutante daughter Anna Beth catches Phillip and his bare-bottomed submissive Callie bent over his desk. Career at risk, Phillip fears the uptight beauty will run and tattle to her father.

  Anna Beth is too intrigued by what she saw. Accustomed to manipulating men and getting what she wants, Anna Beth naïvely propositions Phillip in the office elevator.

  Realizing that there is more to Anna Beth than meets the eye, Phillip calls her bluff and gives her an elevator ride she won’t soon forget. Now Phillip intends to get what he craves from Anna Beth. Total submission.

  An EC for Men contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

  UP AND COMING

  Christi Ann

  Chapter One

  Office Christmas parties at Donahue, Fitzgerald, Anderson and Saunders were notoriously boring. Phillip Matthews, however, had just been made partner so he had come to the lame-ass party ready to mingle and make his presence known.

  “Need a refill yet?” Callie Reynolds asked, moving in next to him.

  “Almost,” he replied, giving his glass a whirl. The drink was more water than scotch.

  “Anyone else you need me to suck…up to?” Callie gave him a provocative smile, tucking a blonde lock of hair behind her ear.

  He smiled, arching a brow. “No need for all that.” He glanced to those soft pink lips of hers, knowing how erotic they looked encircling the base of his cock. Perhaps later.

  He finished his drink with a quick throw back and handed her the empty glass.

  “At your service, Sir.” Callie strolled to the bar, her high heels making her hips roll with each step. Yep, she was a sweet piece of arm candy, definitely a plus. Impressing the good ole boys at the firm took more than that though.

  Callie came from old Texas money, which in Dallas was like royalty, social gold. A couple of the senior partners were actually friends of her father’s and she was not intimidated by them, or anyone else for that matter. A grad student at A&M, well-traveled and a masterful conversationalist, Callie was not just easy on the eyes. She was a smart girl and Phillip preferred smart girls. They were always more of a challenge to bend and break.

  Callie had a great deal to offer any man, but to Phillip her strongest attribute was her submissive need. They met at a lifestyle club in Austin and had been playing on and off together for over a year since, becoming quite good friends. They helped out each other when social decorum required a significant other because, lucky for him, she was no more interested in a vanilla relationship than he was. Thank God!

  Phillip was the only unmarried partner at the firm. Coming to an office party alone wasn’t an option. Callie’s presence was more important to his ensemble than wearing shoes—that is, if he wanted to advance his career. And as it had always been, and always would be, his career was priority number one. Why getting married and being tied down to one woman would make you a better corporate lawyer, he had no fucking idea. A shudder ran up his spine at the thought. Never happening.

  All eyes in the room turned to the door. Making a fashionably late entrance, Delvin Donahue—the most senior partner of Donahue, Fitzgerald, Anderson and Saunders—strolled into the room with an impressive piece of arm candy himself. The girl by his side was stunning. Dark-brown hair pulled back into a conservative ponytail. Standing proud as a fucking peacock, Donahue led her by the arm, introducing her to his colleagues who seemed immediately enthralled with her.

  The young woman’s sleek navy dress had an elegant flare. Unfortunately, the high neckline hid her ample cleavage. Tall strappy stilettos on her petite feet emphasized her defined, muscular calves. Despite the height of those heels, she walked with an effortless grace. No, not your typical arm candy.

  Phillip wished she would turn so he could see her ass.

  “Who’s that?” Callie asked, handing him a fresh drink.

  “That, my dear, is Delvin Donahue.” Donahue didn’t routinely attend social office functions, but the man never missed a day of work. Ever. His name didn’t come first on the letterhead for nothing. He was a machine.

  “No, I know who Mr. Donahue is. Who’s he with?”

  “No idea, but who she is is irrelevant. It’s who she’s with that’s important.” He lied. He was very interested in knowing who she was.

  “Damn, the new Jimmy Choos,” Callie snarled.

  “Who?”

  “Her shoes.” Callie motioned at Donahue’s date. “They’re the new Jimmy Choos. Don’t they look hot?”

  Yes, she does. “Well, then you must go tell her at once.” Phillip winked, placing Callie’s hand in the crook of his elbow.

  “Ahhh.” She smiled, understandingly. “If I do good, do I get rewarded?” she whispered in a childish voice as they walked across the room.

  With a smile, he replied, “Don’t you always?”

  They neared the executive and his guest, and with a beaming smile, Callie immediately engaged the brunette in conversation.

  “Phillip, are you enjoying the festivities?” Donahue held out his hand.

  “Yes sir,” Phillip replied, shaking the man’s hand. “Mr. Donahue, you remember my girlfriend Callie Reynolds.” Phillip placed his hand at the small of Callie’s back, glad he got the words out without choking on them.

  Callie smiled, turning to give him a quick glance. The “G” word hadn’t gone unnoticed. He hoped like hell she didn’t try to read anything more into it than being part of the façade he wanted to maintain.

  “Phillip, you remember Anna Beth, don’t you?” Donahue asked as the ponytailed brunette turned to them.

  Phillip’s heart raced as he searched his memory, coming up totally blank. How in the hell could he forget meeting such a gorgeous woman?

  The woman slapped Donahue’s arm. “Now, Daddy, stop that,” she said in a sexy Southern drawl. Her deep-blue eyes met Phillip’s gaze as a pink flush flooded her cheeks.

  Donahue let out a deep chuckle.

  “He knows I haven’t been to this office since I was in high school, but he thinks putting everyone on the spot is cute.” She gave her father an annoyed reprimanding stare.

  “Of course. Nice to see you again Anna Beth. It has been…a while.” Feeling a touch of heat in his own cheeks, Phillip stayed calm. “You’ve met Callie.”

  “Yes, I have.” The two went back into shoe talk.

  Phillip gazed at the girl he had barely noted years ago, now very much a woman and very much all grown up, the transformation mesmerizing.

  “She has changed a bit.” Donahue stood shoulder to shoulder beside him.

  “Yes sir,” he managed, not really knowing what else to say.

  Donahue cleared his throat.

  Phillip shook his head, realizing he was staring too intensely. “Can’t believe I didn’t recognize her. I’m usually very good with names and faces.”

  “She got her looks from her mother.”

  “Obviously.” The word slipped out.

  Donahue let out a small chuckle.

  “No disrespect, sir.” He attempted a save.

  “None taken. Wish she wasn’t as much like me as she is.”

  Phillip looked at the man, not understanding.

  “She’s about to graduate from Harvard Law. Wants to be a cooperate lawyer like her old man.” Donahue shook his head.

  “Impressive.” Brains and looks. “She staying out East?”

  “She’s fielding offers from several East-Coast firms.”

  “Which way’s she leaning?” Phillip could always take a flight out East for a little accidental-on-purpose meeting.

  “Doesn’t
matter now, thankfully.” Donahue took a long sip of his drink. “Her plans are about to change.”

  “Change?”

  “Tomorrow she’s getting engaged to Brady Pelican.” The statement brought a satisfied grin to the man’s usually stern face. Obviously he was quite proud of her for catching one of the most eligible bachelors in the state. More so it seemed than that of her educational or career achievements.

  What a dick. “Brady? Ernest Pelican’s youngest son?” Phillip knew the Pelicans all too well, having represented the eccentric Ernest Pelican on two potential multimillion dollar mergers. Both of which Pelican had ultimately rejected.

  “Tickled the hell out of me when Brady asked for her hand. Her mother and I are relieved she will be staying here in Dallas after all.”

  “And he’s popping the question tomorrow?” Not sure why he even asked. Phillip couldn’t help but wonder if Anna Beth was equally tickled.

  He gave a nod. “When are you going to pop the question? I don’t see a ring on your woman’s finger, yet.”

  Phillip cleared his throat. “Well, sir. If there’s a woman I could settle down with, Callie’s the one.” It wasn’t a lie. He said “if”.

  “Shouldn’t keep a girl like that waiting too long.”

  Phillip stayed silent, uncomfortable with the subject matter.

  “This is a family firm. You are a goddamn good attorney, but I haven’t been convinced you were partner material…yet.” Donahue gave Phillip a stern look, reminding him of his high school principal’s reprimanding lectures and giving him the same awkward I’m-in-trouble feeling as well.

  “You have a reputation for being quite the playboy, Phillip. Bachelors are unpredictable,” he added.

  The information struck Phillip like a punch in the gut. “I’m a bachelor because I devote all my time and energy to my job. I don’t need to choose between a Little League game or a meeting. Seems to me, sir, that would be an asset, not a liability.” Feeling defensive, Phillip realized his voice held more of an edge than he’d intended.

  “Phillip, I’m just trying to be up front with you. ‘Keeping it real’, as my grandson would say. There is not a senior partner here at my firm that is not well-grounded, and by well-grounded I mean wife and kids. I’ll just leave it at that.” Donahue tipped back his drink, turning his attention to an approaching couple.

  Dismissed, Phillip inhaled deeply, attempting to defuse his growing anger.

  “What’s wrong? You look pissed.” The concern in Callie’s voice let him know he wasn’t masking his upset well at all.

  “I am.” He had no intention of telling her why. He raised his chin toward Anna Beth, now walking out the door. “How did you fare with the daughter?”

  “In town for the holidays, graduates this spring from Harvard,” she said Harvard in a deep snooty tone. “Oh and she’s dating Brady Pelican.” The tone of her voice as she spoke the man’s name, indicating she was most impressed.

  “What’s your take on her?” he asked, curious to hear Callie’s opinion of the girl.

  “She’s nice enough, but very prim and proper. Daddy’s little girl. Very…vanilla.”

  Phillip flashed her a wicked smile. “Not like us?”

  “Definitely, not like us.” She shook her head, batting her eyelashes.

  “Sucks for her.” He needed to release some tension.

  “So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Callie asked.

  No. “You did…good.” The word good had its usual effect on her, bringing a smile to her face and her gaze dropping to the floor. His words sent her into submissive mode. That alone would make her wet, but it wasn’t enough. Phillip never allowed her to wear panties in his presence. He wanted easy access to her pussy and he got off making her so wet that her juices would trickle down her inner thighs. He leaned into her, his mouth next to her ear. In a deep level tone he said, “Good girl.” And cue the trickling.

  Her breath hitched at the phrase.

  “Now run along to my office. You know what I want.” And so did he.

  Without hesitation, she spun on her heels and strolled out.

  He gave her an ample head start before making his way after her. His new office was the smallest of the partners, but it had a private bathroom and, positioned on a side hallway, it gave him more privacy for his personal comings and goings.

  * * * * *

  Phillip eased into his office to find Callie precisely how he had wanted her. She was bent over the front of his desk with her arms flat on the surface in front of her. Her dress was pulled up around her waist. The lights of the city below illuminated the room along with a thin slice of light from the cracked bathroom door to his immediate left. He locked them in together then sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk only a couple of feet from her bare ass.

  “Close your eyes,” he commanded in a stern voice. Alone now. She had been playful in public, but now, he wanted to assure her that was over. As his submissive, she was his to do with as he pleased. His way or the highway.

  “Yes Sir.” Her breaths quickened.

  “Spread your ass cheeks for me. Show me that little cunt of yours.” He could already see it quite well, but he knew that she got off on humiliation and being told what to do. He got off on the control. Win. Win.

  With red manicured nails Callie spread her ass cheeks, her pussy wet and ready for penetration.

  Remaining seated, he reached forward and slid two fingers into her. She moaned at the intrusion. He felt his dick getting harder at the sight of her pink lips, hugging his fingers as he penetrated her deeper and faster.

  Phillip leaned closer and with four fingers he tried to push his knuckles inside her. She clenched, halting his progress.

  “Stop that.”

  She whimpered in protest, but relaxed, letting him in deeper.

  “Your cunt is sopping wet, Callie. And here I thought you were a good girl.” He loved to chastise her for her body’s eager response to him.

  Stilling his hand, he began circling his thumb roughly over her clit. Callie moaned loud. He smiled, knowing she couldn’t see him. With his free hand he smacked her ass cheek, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from her.

  “Did you hear what I said?” His voice deep and level, despite the smile he maintained.

  “Yes Sir,” she whispered.

  “So, what do you have to say for yourself?” He began moving his hand in and out, letting his thumb slide over her clit with each deep thrust.

  “You make me so wet, Sir.” Callie rose on her toes, raising her ass to give him even more access.

  Good answer. “You like that?” He stilled his thrusts, waiting for her to respond.

  “Yes Sir. Please…”

  “No begging,” he reprimanded, even though he loved to make her beg. Not now.

  “Yes Sir.” The frustration audible in her voice. She was more than ready for whatever he wanted next.

  Easing his hand from her cunt, he stood to get better access as he trailed his fingers up to her puckered hole.

  She tilted her ass up to him.

  “Be still. Be a good girl for me. Don’t make me have to punish you here.” He wanted to punish her. Donahue’s chat had gotten under his skin. He needed to take out his aggression, but getting the screams he wanted to hear would be best saved for later.

  Callie groaned as he finger-fucked her ass. With his free hand he undid his pants, springing free his cock. He ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and sheathed himself one-handed.

  Moaning deep, Callie tensed as he continued to thrust deep.

  “Don’t you dare come.” Her orgasms were his to control.

  Callie wiggled her bottom as he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy.

  Light entered the room. The slice of light widened. Phillip jerked his head around to the opening bathroom door. His heart stopped. Anna Beth.

  Anna Beth Donahue took a tentative step forward into the office, giving her a front-row-seat v
iew of his fingers buried in Callie’s ass and his hard cock. Busted. Career over.

  But Anna Beth didn’t leave, didn’t scream. Hell, she didn’t even look surprised or upset. As their eyes locked she brought up a single finger to her puckered lips, shushing him, keeping him quiet. She gave a quick nod toward Callie. Anna Beth, Donahue’s prim-and-proper youngest daughter, wanted to watch. Fuck yeah!

  The blood that had a moment before flooded his cheeks in embarrassment surged southward straight to his shaft, turning it to steel. Eyes on Anna Beth, Phillip rubbed the head of his cock against Callie’s wet cunt. He pushed forward in one fast motion. Callie cried out and he proceeded to fuck her hard.

  Anna Beth’s eyes went wide, her tongue sneaking out to lick her lips as she looked on, unblinking.

  Phillip pounded into Callie, finger-fucking her ass with an equal intensity. Objects on the desk rattled, pencils and pens thrown to the floor. Callie’s body tensed. He slipped his fingers out of her ass and grabbed her hips with both hands, powering deep inside her.

  Anna Beth’s mouth curved into a wicked grin. Her gaze rose back to meet Phillip’s, briefly.

  “Come,” he growled to Callie, wishing he could make Anna Beth do the same.

  Callie’s cunt milked his cock as she moaned with her release.

  Anna Beth bit down on her bottom lip. Her hand holding her breast, she squeezed her hardened nipple. Tight. Watching Callie ride the waves of orgasm, Anna Beth’s mouth fell open.

  The sight of Anna Beth aroused and most assuredly wet sent Phillip right over the edge. He shut his eyes as his balls tightened and his cock pulsated hard, jetting out cum in strong, rhythmic pulsations.

  The waves dissipated and Phillip turned, only to see his office door shut. Anna Beth had gone. Fuck!

  Busted. By the boss’s daughter. Anna Beth had obviously enjoyed the show, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t tattle on him for what she had witnessed. The stress he had released crashed back into him twofold.

  The fact he had fucked Callie across his office desk was undeniable. The pressing question was, had he fucked himself right out of a job?