by Jamie Knight
I'm clearing up the mess I left on my desk when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around quickly and see Ben, who was working late, too.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Ben, I mean sir," I stammer nervously.
I wasn't expecting anyone else to still be here. I'm too tired and emotional about all that's been happening to daydream about him like I did earlier.
I go back to clearing out my desk. Might as well get it over with and put this stuff in the car with the rest of my belongings. Ben stands there looking at me, eyebrows raised, briefcase in his hands.
"Um, that's enough work for today. You're free to go home. Stay safe out there. I've been telling that to everyone," he says, with a polite smile.
I’m upset that he didn’t ask me to be one of the assistants who work remotely. Yes, technically I’m the receptionist, but I do a lot of assistant work, too. I could easily help out from home – if I had a home, that is.
I turn around to look at him again, a big stack of folders in my hand. Before I can stop myself, I start sobbing and hugging the folders to my chest. Ben looks at me in alarm.
"Um, is everything okay?" he asks hesitantly.
"No, I can't go home, because I have no home to go to. I'm homeless because of a stupid fight I got into with my stupid landlord."
I sniffle out loud. Repeating it out loud has finally made it a reality in my mind.
Ben pulls some tissues out of the box that's on my desk and hands them to me.
"Oh, I see," he murmurs.
He watches as I wipe my tears and blow my nose. Now that I've cried, I actually feel a little better about the whole situation. It takes a minute for me to realize what I just did. I immediately get embarrassed and start apologizing again.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to break down and start crying like that."
I'm still clutching the folders. I glance at him, then turn my eyes away. I'm too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
"It's no trouble," he assures me.
He sets his briefcase down and takes a step closer to me.
"You know, you are more than welcome to stay with me, if you’d like. I could use the help. With work. And otherwise. The only problem is that we'll have to be quarantined together, so you won't be able to leave. And I would need you to be available to do anything and everything I need."
He emphasizes the last part strongly. Something in his voice makes the walls of my pussy clench. And it makes it dripping wet. I look up into his eyes and can sense his dominant side right away. Though I don't even know this man, I can't bring myself to say no to him.
"Well, that's very generous of you. I don't have much money though; I couldn't even afford a hotel so I don't know how I would be able to pay you back?" I ask hesitantly.
He stares me right in the eyes, and it sends a chill down my spine.
"I know you don't have money, so the only price I'm asking is that you let me do whatever I want to you, whenever I want," he says softly but sternly. “You will have to be at my disposal and meet all my needs.”
I really need a place to stay, and deep down there is a part of me that's curious to know what he means by that. I can feel shivers run through my body as I nod my head in agreement.
"Good, now finish packing. We’ll take my car as soon as you’re ready," he orders.
He picks up his briefcase.
“There’s just one more thing,” I tell him.
He raises his eyebrows at me, waiting for me to continue.
“I have a dog,” I inform him.
He shrugs and says, “Okay. The dog can come too.”
That was all I needed to hear. I hurry to pack up my things.
"I'll wait in my office until you're done,” he says.
I watch him walk away my mouth slightly open in shock. I'm in awe of the way he just commanded me like that. I want to be offended, but I can't be. He wasn't violent or forceful with the way he took control. That's what intrigues me about the whole thing.
I realize I'm standing here wasting time. I hurry and clear out my desk of all the important items. I leave a few miscellaneous things, but they can stay; they aren't necessary. I take my belongings and walk to Ben's office. The door is open, but I decide that I should knock quietly on it.
"I'm ready," I say softly.
He looks up at me.
"Excellent," he replies.
He grabs his briefcase and turns out the light in the office. I've seen it empty like this before, but today it feels kind of sad in here. We walk out of the office together. We stand outside in the evening air and wait for Ben's driver. I'm briefly worried about my own car and belongings, and I tell him so.
"Oh, don't worry. It's on company property. I can have someone keep an eye on it and bring it out to the house in the morning," he replies, looking up from his phone.
He sounds so confident and in control that I stop worrying. My mouth drops open again as a limo pulls up in front of us. Ben courteously opens the door for me to get inside. This is my first time riding in a limo. I'm excited by this, but also a little nervous around Ben.
"This is nice. I didn’t know your car was a limo," I ramble, then feel awkward.
“I have other cars that I drive. But this is the one that my driver takes me back and forth to work in,” he says, with a slightly amused smile on his face.
“I see,” I reply.
Ben watches me briefly. I can't tell what he's thinking. I wish I could, maybe then I could stop feeling so awkward.
He asks me for Sue’s address and then tells the driver to go there.
“Hurry, please,” he says, with a tone of longing in his voice that matches how his eyes looked earlier.
“Yes, sir,” I say instinctively.
He smiles and I can tell he likes that I said that.
Once Sue answers the door, I tell her, “Don’t ask. I’ll explain later.”
“You’d better!” she says, gaping out the door at the limo.
“I found a place to stay but I have to hurry,” I urge her, as my dog rushes out.
I attach his leash while Sue hugs me.
“Okay. But I want all the deets later.”
“Sure thing,” I promise her, and then head back to the limo.
Mr. Barker jumps in – it’s his first time in one, too – and then I don’t know what to say again.
"Thank you once again for everything," I offer. “Especially for letting me bring my dog.”
"It's not a problem," Ben replies. “Believe me. You’ll be working hard to earn your keep. Helping me in more ways than one.”
We are sitting on opposite ends of the seat. I peek at him out of the corner of my eye and watch him stare out the window. He's so handsome and intimidating at the same time. I don't know how I can handle this for however long we’re in quarantine.
It’s part scary, part exciting. But it’s much better than having to live at my old apartment without my dog, and it’s way better than being homeless.
Chapter 6 - Ben
While Samantha and I are in the limo on the way to my house, it's exhilarating because I finally have her here with me. I wasn't expecting it to happen this quickly, so I'm even more excited about that.
I didn't even have to cajole her very hard. It's funny how things work out. I suppose you never know what some people are going through. She's kind of quiet, but I can tell that her occasional rambling talk is all just nerves. I listen to her talk about the limo ride and hear her be grateful for my help.
I stare at her, immensely attracted to her as usual, but at the same time, I'm starting to feel something else for her. I feel like I want to do everything I can to protect her and keep her safe. Like I always want to have her with me.
Now that she's here, I can't picture being away from her. It's strange, feeling this way about someone. It's a new feeling, but I like it. And I’m determined to make her feel at home and safe with me, no matter what.
She looks all around the limo and says, “This is impressive!”
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"Wait until you see the house," I joke softly.
I don't know if she heard me. Eventually the limo arrives at my mansion. As we step out of the car, her eyes light up in amazement.
"See? You have nothing to worry about. I'll take care of you financially while you’re here," I say as I stand close beside her.
She looks at me in surprise but says nothing as we walk inside the house. She is impressed right away by the interior, her wide eyes taking in everything. I can't tell if she's too shocked or nervous to speak. She just stands there, awaiting further instructions. She may just be polite, but I like the subservient attitude of hers.
I wonder if she is naturally this way with everyone, or if it's just me. In any event, I like it. I want her to obey my every command while I take care of her needs, too.
“Wow,” she says. “You weren’t kidding about the house.”
Once we’re inside, I tell her to set her belongings down, and I do the same. We both take off our coats as she looks around the room once more curiously. I still cannot believe that she is here with me. I watch her for a few minutes. Without her coat, I can see the curves hiding under her dress. I think it's time I collected my first payment from her.
I grab her by the hand and lead her to the center of the living room. It's dark, but we are illuminated by the glowing moonlight coming in from the large windows. My mansion is on a vast acreage, so there's no chance that anyone will be peeping.
The moonlight adds a certain something to what we are about to do. She looks up at me with her beautiful wide eyes, and for the first time I notice the sweet innocence in her face. I clear my throat and try not to let that distract me.
“I told you I need you to take care of my every need," I inform her, as I stand above her. “And I already need something from you.”
She looks at me with those wide eyes.
"Okay," she replies, a little softly.
“I’m going to need you on your knees. But take your clothes off first.”
She hesitantly but compliantly sheds her clothes, letting me see her beautiful body up close and personal. Then she kneels before me.
I stand there waiting a few seconds as it takes a little while of her fumbling around to get started. But finally, she manages to take my cock out, and I feel it twitch with pleasure as she wraps her hand around it. And that’s when her eyes get even bigger.
“I know it’s big,” I tell her. “But I think you can fit it down your throat. Can you?”
“Yes, sir,” she says, and squeezes it.
When she does that, it jumps up to attention even more. She makes me so hard I feel as if I’m going to burst. Soon I feel her sweet lips on the tip of my cock as she gingerly takes it into her mouth.
I love the way it looks: my cock in her mouth as she looks up at me so innocently. But from the way she’s handling it, I realize something. Something that makes my cock pulse and throb, close to orgasm, already, because it wants her so bad.
I slide my cock half out of her open mouth, so that I can find out if what I’m wondering about is true. She tries to take it back in, with her little, soft hands and her wet lips, like the good, obedient little pet that she is already.
I know I’ve made the right choice by asking her to come stay with me. She is submissive and will do what I want. And she makes my cock feel like it’s exploding already, and I don’t want it to.
I stop her and ask, "Are you a virgin?"
I see her face blush again.
"Um, yes."
She whispers it softly and adverts her eyes. That right there is enough to turn me on, as if I wasn’t turned on enough already. My hard cock is pointing in her direction, as if to remind me we have unfinished business.
"Well then, I guess I'll have to tie you up to show you how it’s done," I reply, trying not to show her that I’m this fucking excited.
I fetch some handcuffs, and soon she's bound in front of me.
"If things get too rough, the safe world is MoFi," I tell her.
She nods, and I know she’ll remember it, even in the heat of passion and pain. It’s the nickname for my firm – Morris Financial – where she’s dutifully worked for some time now, including these moments of being bound and submissive to me so that I can do what I want with her.
I tie her hair back, so it's out of the way. I guide her by gently grabbing the back of her head. I slowly feed her my cock, letting her take me inch by inch into her mouth until I'm filling her up completely.
I slowly slide out, then in, a few times, so she can get used to the rhythm. She adjusts the grip of her mouth to accommodate me. She hums and moans and makes little eager sounds that I love so much.
Gradually I speed up, going faster and faster until I can't hold back anymore. I cum all over her mouth and stick my cock further down her throat.
"Now swallow it,” I command her.
She silently obeys. I watch as she does so. I love the way her mouth looks with my cum in it. The way it dribbles down her chin.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," I advise her, as if it’s just a normal day at work and I’m giving her her next task.
I don't know what's come over me. Usually I'm much more in control than I’m currently being. I usually like to take things slow and enjoy myself, but I've never come across a woman that I've been so into before.
I take her clothes off and turn her around, so that her arms are leaning on the bed. Finally, I am able to do what I have been wanting to do to her. I pause for several moments to admire and caress her curves.
I squeeze her full, heavy breasts and twist her perky little nipples. I run my hands down her hips and waist and then slap her juicy ass a little bit. She lets out a little yelp and then she says, “Sorry, sir,” in a way that turns me on even more.
I’ve been wanting to see her ass out of that skirt, and here she is, laid bare for me. I admire her thick thighs and her sculpted calves as well.
I've never done anything this way before – this slow, lingering way, in which I worship every inch of her. Her body looks incredible. Her skin feels so soft and smooth against my fingertips.
"You are so gorgeous," I hear myself whispering to her.
I can feel her body tremble slightly at my touch. From behind, I notice her perfect hourglass figure that initially attracted me to her. I tightly grip every curve of her ass, running my hands all over her.
I just can't get enough of her. She truly is gorgeous. I haven't done anything like this before with anyone else. And by that, I mean that I've never just spent time touching or playing with someone like this. It feels so new and different, yet I can't stop myself from doing it.
I don't want to stop, either; I'm enjoying it too much. I hope she is too. Though I'm excited to take her virginity, to be the first to dominate her, I want to give her pleasure and enjoyment too.
I've never thought about doing that for anyone else. It was always about me before. But now that I’m with Samantha, everything is about her, for me.
Chapter 7 - Samantha
This is incredibly exciting. I've never experienced anything like this before. I was scared at first, but I'm surprised at how good it feels to be with Ben.
He’s older, more experienced, and powerful. Not just because he’s my boss, but also because he is in charge of a whole firm. And yet, I can tell I make his cock hard and his knees weak. It gives me a sense of power to know that such a powerful man wants me so much.
I can't believe how much I'm enjoying being tied up by him and letting him do whatever he wants to me. Of course, I'm a little nervous, but I'm not that scared about him wanting to take my virginity.
I kind of suspected that was going to happen. I even wanted it to. I was expecting him to be rougher and dominating, but the patience that he's showing is making me like the things we are doing even more.
This day really took an unexpected turn. All morning and all afternoon I was worrying and stressing about not having a place to
live. Now I have this rich, powerful guy wanting to take care of me. It's crazy how quickly things happened, and how fast my life has changed.
"Are you ready?" he asks, interrupting my thoughts.
Earlier, I was too intimidated to answer him, but now I give him a soft "Yes, sir."
I'm a little frightened, but truthfully, I really am ready. He spreads the lips of my pussy open and I can feel the tip of his huge cock softly poking at me. That gets me excited and I am instantly wet.
I’m not even sure I can take him. He is humongous. That part is scary. But I’m willing to try. I hope against hope that he can get his huge cock into my tiny, virgin pussy hole without hurting me too badly.
"Good girl," he says, as his big cock finally starts to push its way into my pussy, as he’s holding my ass cheek with one hand, squeezing it some, and playing with my clit, making me even wetter for him, and making it easier to open me up more for his big dick.
Those words send a thrill down my spine. I can feel myself stretch wider and wider as he slowly slides inside of me. The sensation is a little unusual at first, but the wetter I become, the better it feels.
He slides slowly, testing my limits and my body. He's teasing me by pulling all the way out, then going all the way back in. I can feel the entire length of him, and I love it.
A quiet moan escapes my lips. I can hear him laugh softly. He starts thrusting a little faster, putting all his hips into it, drilling as far into me as he can go. I love it and I moan again. I’ve heard stories, and I've seen movies, but I never imagined that it would feel as good as this. I don't want him to stop.
"Oh, Ben!' I cry out. “I mean, Sir. That feels so good, Sir. Mmmm. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for fucking me. I’ve been wanting you to take my virginity. Mmmm. Sir.”
I can't help myself. The words are just pouring out of my mouth for him as he fucks my pussy, just like the juices are pouring out of my pussy onto his big cock.
I've never felt anything like this, and I don't want it to end. I put all my weight onto the bed as he goes faster and faster. I can't control myself between moaning and calling out his name.