Page 33 of Free-Falling
I stand up and hit her with the butt of my gun. “I won’t kill you because I want others to know that Ainslee Bishops, the next in line has let you live. Run and tell that, motherfucker.”
Chapter 10
Jagger
Stepping into the Hanlon’s building this morning felt nostalgic. I haven’t been in this building for a while and already I was docking the changes I wanted done to the interior. I walked up to security, but they didn’t even bat an eyelash because they knew it was me.
I was the first one in the boardroom. My father didn’t expect me this early, I’m sure he thought I would do this in months. So, when he walked in with the other members of the board, he stood there in place, healing jaw and all. It’s funny to see him with his jaw wired shut and trying to appear crispy clean. How ironic. I look at my father who I was the spitting image except I didn’t look so worn out. The men sat, and my father’s eye twitched because I was sitting in his seat.
I gestured towards the seat opposite of me, and he had no choice but to take it.
“Gentlemen,” I began. “I know you’re not used to seeing my face but get used to it. Normally, there’s a voting in for CEO and all that spiel but since I, Jagger Hanlon, own majority of the shares of this company, I will do what you all like to call a hostile takeover. My father is as of now retiring from this position while he attends to… better matters. Now, please send me all the updates for what you’ve been working on. I want to see daily reports, funding, every department head sends me financial reports. There’s been an insignificant amount of money that doesn’t add up.”
One of the old heads spoke up. “You want us to hand that to you today? We have other things to attend to.” He asked.
“What’s your name?”
“Richard Majors.”
“Right, well Richard Majors, you’re fired and Arthur Hanlon, you will take his position when you return from your better matters. Now, Richard, get the fuck out of my boardroom. Anybody else want to challenge me? I said get me the reports before lunch time. I’m not a man to play about my money.” I stood up and walked out of the room.
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The rest of the men didn’t hesitate as they sent me the reports I needed. It is now lunch time and if it wasn’t for my secretary, if she can get me anything, I would’ve never stopped working. The best part about being here is that I’ve always had my office, but I never wanted to be in here and now, look at the turn of events.
Someone knocks twice and comes in. I don’t look up because I assume it’s Laurie, my secretary with my lunch.
“Just leave my lunch on the table there, Laurie, thank you.”
I hear a scoff, “you know how to say thank you?”
I look up immediately at my radiant wife, Ainslee smiles at me. Is it odd that I missed her? I know I teased her about it, but fuck, I’m the one that ends up missing her.
“Hi baby,” I smile wide, taking in her attire. She looks beautiful, and my smile turns into a grin. She’s wearing my shirt. “That looks good on you.”
“Mmm, yeah?” Ainslee answers. She turns around, shutting my door and locking it.
I watch her every move as she bends to place the muffins and her tiny ass purse on the coffee table. Is that what I think it is she’s wearing underneath? I bite my lip, trying to suppress my grin from growing larger than life. Ainslee turns to me and gestures to the glass walls of the room. I press a button underneath the desk that blacks them out, shielding everyone from seeing us. Ainslee smiles up at me as she unbuttons my shirt she’s wearing. “I think I should return your shirt, Mr. Hanlon.”
I grunt. “Yeah? Have you taken it to dry cleaning yet?”
“No, Mr. Hanlon, I didn’t but I can, if you don’t want it to smell like me anymore.”
I narrow my eyes, watching as she stops unbuttoning. “Shut the fuck up and keep going. Fuck.”
I lick my lips as Ainslee’s brow shoots up like she will do something about it, but then she continues. When she reveals what she has under, I nearly cum on the spot. The leather choker is attached harnessed to her waist, and it continues on to the double strapped garter that is gripping her thighs like I want to right now. The end of the garter is clipped to the stockings. Her black cropped bustier sits her beautiful tits up and her high-waisted matching panties make me want to jump over my desk.
Ainslee doesn’t give me that opportunity as she sheds my shirt letting it drop to the floor and she saunters over to me like the sexy little vixen that she is. I roll back on my chair giving her access and instead of getting up on the desk; she drops to her knees. Ainslee peers up at me through her lashes and I swear I fall into a fucking trance. I watch her unfasten my belt, unbutton and unzip my pants, dip into my boxer-briefs, removing my pre-cum dripping dick.
I grip the arms of my chair as Ainslee takes me into her mouth with her eyes on me. She does the very best she can. I love sloppy head so when she does it as sloppy as she can; I don’t hold back. At some point, I snap back into myself and I grip the back of her head fucking her mouth not stopping until I almost cum but I don’t want to finish in her mouth. I pull out and she whimpers.
“Get on the fucking desk, Ains. You suck my dick like a porn-star. Look at you,” I coo as she stands up with me and I place her on the desk. “Are you wet because you were sucking dick, baby?” I ask.
I reach into my desk drawer, pulling out a pair of scissors. I pull at her panties and I cut a hole in the middle. I throw the scissors somewhere on the floor, and I thrust my fingers inside her without warning. Ainslee grips the edge of the desk for stability. She moans, throwing her head back. I take full advantage of her lost to the world and I slip all the way in. Ainslee’s breath hitches.
“You off the birth control, Ains?” I ask.
“I, hmmm, not yet, Jag.” She answers.
