In the next couple of weeks our legs often didn't work. We did a lot of fucking until we couldn't stand...and, oddly a lot of talking. They taught me so much, about sex, relationships, family and love. We didn't always fuck, though more often than not our time together ended that way. It was more than sex—it was sharing. We ate together, I read books they gave me, watched movies and we played.
In an odd way it was a relationship. A summer love affair—with them both.
While I enjoyed my time with them, it was Mr. D that I most looked forward to seeing. Mrs. D knew it—looking back I think she both orchestrated and encouraged my crush on him. One evening I arrived at their house to find only Mrs. D home—I tried, and failed, to hide my disappointment.
"Sorry Jacob, he's working late tonight. I'm heading out to pick him up now. He had a few drinks after their project finished up and he needs a lift home.'
'Oh—I'll just go then," I said, despondent at the thought of a night without them-without him.
"Unless, you want to go and get him for me? I really don't want to drive all the way into town."
"I could do that." I'd have done anything she asked me. I would have driven to Atlanta if she'd needed me too, especially to see him.
"Take my car." She handed me the keys to her Audi, which sweetened the deal even more. "He's waiting at his office. I'll program it into the navigation for you so it's easy to find."
I was ecstatic I'd never driven anything so luxurious. The seats were butter soft leather and it drove like a dream. It smelled like her, something I found both comforting and arousing. I drove the whole way with a woody. I followed the clipped instructions of the satellite navigation and after a forty minute drive I was at Mr. D's office. I parked in the underground lot and used the key Mrs. D had given me to access the elevator. She'd said she'd ring him and tell him I was coming so I knew he'd be expecting me. There was only one light shining on the floor that held his company offices, so I assumed it was his. I walked down the hall towards the light. The door was slightly open and I could see him at his desk. He was leaning back on his chair with his feet up, cradling the phone handset between his shoulder and his ear.
He saw me and I heard him say, "Yes. He's here now.'
He frowned, shook his head, looked at me and said, "She wants me to put her on speaker.'
He pressed a button and the silky voice of Mrs. D filled the room. "Hi Jacob."
"Hi," I said back, starting to feel the build of anticipation that always came with one of Mrs. D's games.
"You're the new intern."
"I am?" It only took me a moment to realize what game she was playing and I said again, with understanding, "I am."
"You want to succeed. Don't you?"
"I'll do anything to succeed." I locked my eyes on Mr. D; he had his hand over his mouth, hiding a smile.
"Darling?" she said, obviously directed at her husband.
"Yes my wicked wife?"
"Top drawer. Oh, and enjoy yourself. I want to hear all about it later."
The loud click of her hang up echoed in the room. Mr. D pressed a button on the phone and ended the call.
"Top drawer?' I asked, curious.
He opened the first drawer of his desk and took out lube and a strip of three condoms. "Lissy," he said with a shake of his head.
I started to laugh but stopped, startled by the way he looked at me.
"Have you finished those reports?'
My mouth went dry. I knew logically that this was a game, but my body responded to him as if it were real. Responded to that commanding voice with a mix of arousal, fear and anticipation.
"No sir, not yet."
"Then what are you doing in my office?"
"Well sir, it's about my review."
"What about it?" His hands went to his tie and loosened the knot.
"Sir, I really need this job. I was hoping you'd put in a good word for me."
"Really?" He stood tall, big and commanding behind his desk—looking so imposing that any fresh young intern would tremble at the sight. "What exactly have you done to warrant this good word you're asking for?"
"I've worked hard sir. Really hard."
"So have the other interns, what makes you special? What makes you stand out Jacob?"
"I'll do anything." And as I said those words I knew they were true. I'd do anything that he asked me—told me.
"Anything?" He moved from behind the desk to stand beside it, jutting a hip against the wood.
"Yes Sir. Anything." I swallowed hard; my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. My eyes ate him up, devoured the look of him. He wore dark blue suit pants, perfectly tailored to his lean body. They tented out, his erect cock pushing the fabric taut. I watched his fingers at his tie, loosening the knot until he pulled it over his head.
"Will you beg?"
I would and he knew it. He'd made me beg before, but because I wanted to draw out the game I pretended I didn't understand. "Beg?"
He pushed his hip off the desk and stood tall. He was about two inches taller than me, but when he stood like that, with that commanding look in his eye it seemed as if he towered over me. He was in front of me in two steps, his chest barely an arm length from mine.
"Beg Jacob. Would you get on your knees and beg for this job?"
I went down on my knees, my head now inches from his tenting crotch.
"Good." He reached down and hooked a finger under my chin tilting my head up to look at him. "What else would you do?"
"Anything," I whispered, looking up at him, willing him to understand how much he controlled me. How much I wanted him to make me.
