Under My Boss's Command

by Jamie Knight

  "We are finally done," Matt announces happily as he puts down his pen.

  "Wonderful!" I reply with relief.

  I glance at the clock on his desk and am alarmed to see that it is already ten at night. I knew we had been working a long time, but I didn't realize it had gotten this late. I watch him read through the papers quickly before he files them away.

  I remember something that happened just a while ago that makes me want to smile, but I hold it back. Over the entire time that we were working together tonight, I caught him looking at me several times.

  I wonder to myself what that was about.

  I hope it's nothing bad.

  As I'm thinking, Matt stands up at his desk and also stretches.

  "How about a quick break before we move onto the next project?" he suggests.

  Thank goodness.

  Not only am I ready for a break, but I also need an opportunity to leave his presence and cool off my thoughts about him and get my concentration back in order.

  "Sounds great! Why don't I make us dinner?" I offer.

  "What a lovely idea, thank you, Cassie," he replies.

  We exchange polite smiles and I walk out of the office. I breathe a sigh of relief once I am in the kitchen. I really need to get some space from him right now.

  I plan to make my specialty, beef stew. I came up with the recipe myself, and no one has ever been able to resist it. I’m sure that he’ll love it, and I can’t help thinking of that old adage that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

  I rummage through the fridge and cabinets, gathering all the items I need for tonight's meal. I set the meat to cook and chop up some vegetables. I start to feel calm as I prepare a small salad for us. It's only been a few minutes since I left Matt’s office, but my mental state has improved a lot already.

  I'm working very hard on calming my nerves and feelings when suddenly I get a weird sensation at the base of my neck. I turn around and am surprised to see that he followed me into the kitchen.

  "I just came to get a drink of water," he explains, with a shrug of his shoulders.

  "Oh, uh, ok," I say, a little nervously.

  I force my attention back to the food. The sink is across the kitchen from where I am standing and I will myself not to look at it as he pours water from the filtered faucet.

  A few seconds later I feel a shiver run down my back. He's caught me off guard again. I can feel his breath on my neck as he leans in behind me to peek at what I am cooking.

  I'm too anxious to decide whether I'm more excited or uncomfortable about this close contact with him.

  I feel so breathless and unnerved, and I can't stay still. I scurry away and pretend to chop up some celery.

  "I am making my own modified version of beef soup," I tell him.

  I keep my back to him.

  I can't handle looking at him right now.

  My nerves are so on edge.

  He seems like he admires my skills.

  I can tell by his tone of voice when he says, "I would give anything for a woman who cooks good food."

  A few moments of silence pass between us because I am too overwhelmed by everything to think of a response.

  Then something electric courses through me and impulsively I ask him, "What else would you like in a woman?"

  I have no idea why I said that, but I did. I pause, holding still, the celery forgotten on the counter in front of me.

  He dodges the question by quickly asking me, "Well, let’s start with you, shall we? What do you like in a man?"

  After a few seconds of thought, I resume chopping the celery as I talk.

  "Well, I guess I like a driven and gentle man. One who will actually respect and love me."

  I feel silly for admitting something so sappy out loud. I'm finished with the vegetables, so I put the knife in the sink. I turn around just in time to see him smirk. I stop for a second and stare at him. That expression of his alone is enough to start a fire in me.

  I'm frozen to the spot, as he takes a step closer. He leans his face down to mine and says in a low voice, "I know someone who has those qualities."

  He then takes another step towards me, coming close enough to touch me if he wanted.

  “What about in bed?” he asks, in that low voice of his.

  This question catches me even more off-guard. I struggle with how to answer. No words will come to mind as long as he is looking at me like that. I can't bear to tear my eyes away from his gaze.

  The connection between us suddenly breaks when the timer I had set for the food goes off. I am saved from answering his questions, at least for now. I hurry past him to the stove. I'm grateful for the distraction, because I can now face away from him and calm myself.

  After I check the food, I will myself to turn back around and look at him again.

  He stares at me and says, "Give me a few minutes, then I'll come back down in time to set the table," before he walks out of the kitchen and out of sight.

  I don't say anything back, but I do think to myself how strange an interaction that was.

  Why is he so interested in my personal life?

  I shake my head and stir the chopped celery into the soup.

  Now that he is upstairs, I feel more normal. I like cooking, and I breathe in a little of the aroma of the soup, feeling proud. I cut up some other vegetables to add in, then wash the utensils I was just using. I add the finishing touches to the salad, then set it on the counter. I let the soup simmer lightly as it's almost ready. Dinner's ready to go.

  He said he would set the table, so I pull the dishes from the cabinet and stack them on the counter for him. I'm trying my best not to dwell on those suggestive questions that he asked me, or the way he looked at me.

  The last thing I need is to be horny during my dinner with him.

  Chapter 5

  Matt

  I want to shudder with relief once I'm alone in the hallway.

  The feeling of being that close to Cassie is almost indescribable.

  All I know is that my senses feel like they are on fire. I don't know any other way to describe it. I look over my shoulder to make sure she didn't follow me, then glance down at the erection in my pants. I'm so glad I left the kitchen when I did. I would have been absolutely mortified if she had seen it. I lean my back against the wall and try to calm it down, but it is no use. It's not going to go away. I'll need to do something about it.

  I push away from the wall and hurry into the bathroom. I close and lock the door behind me, then turn the water on, for cover noise. All I can think about is how innocent yet tempting she looked when she was fumbling to answer my question. I clearly caught her off-guard.

  I start stroking myself as I think of how her tongue darted out to wet her lip when I was looking at her earlier. I can’t help myself. Everything about her turns me on, even the tiniest expression from her beautiful face.

  I stroke myself faster and harder. I can't stop. I'm too into my fantasies about her. I cum loudly, with her name on my lips. Thank goodness I had the noise of the water to cover me. I look in the mirror and swear, right then and there, that I will do everything to make her mine. I just hope she is ready for me.

  It's only been a few minutes, but feel like I have been gone for too long. I'm actually eager to see her. After I quickly clean up and dress in fresh clothes, I head downstairs. She smiles sweetly at me as I walk back into the kitchen.

  With a slight grin, I wonder how long I will be able to keep my hands off her.

  "Sorry I took so long," I apologize.

  "That's ok," she replies.

  I grab the dishes she has set on the counter and quickly set the table in the dining room, if a little absentmindedly. She comes in after me, balancing a large salad bowl and the pot of soup. I rush to help her with them and take the salad.

  I am satisfied by how she reacts when our fingers touch as I lift it from her hands, and I try not to smile as I place it on the table. I notice a faint blush on he
r cheeks as she ladles soup into our bowls.

  After the food has been served, we both sit down to eat. I make sure she's right beside me, by using the excuse of not being able to hear her from the other end of the table. We sit there eating quietly for a bit. I'm surprised at how tasty the food is, and I quickly tell her so.

  "This is delicious! You're a wonderful cook," I compliment her.

  She takes a bite of salad, and blushes.

  "Oh no, it's just something I whipped up," she replies, clearly a little embarrassed.

  "No, it's really great," I insist, causing her to blush again.

  This starts off a conversation about food at the office.

  "I’m really a bad cook, and that's why I order out so much when I'm there," I explain.

  She laughs softly, and so I look at her.

  "That's what I do, too, though, sometimes. I just bring a sandwich from home," she replies, in a voice that is close to a whisper.

  I stare at her, as if I'm just actually seeing her for the first time. She looks so happy, and so different than she is at work. We both turn back to our food, lost in our thoughts.

  After a while we start talking again. The dinner conversation starts from normal office matters, then quickly escalates to office romance. She refills both of our bowls of soup, then sits back down beside me. She takes a couple of bites before checking me out in a funny way.

  "Is there something wrong?" I ask curiously.

  She shakes her head no.

  "Just something I thought you should know…" she replies.

  I raise my eyebrows at her, intrigued.

  "By all means, please share."

  I give her my undivided attention.

  She takes a sip of her drink before telling me, "I think Gina, that pretty blonde paralegal, has a crush on you."

  She blushes yet again then goes back to eating. I want to laugh at the silliness of what she just said, but I wave it off instead.

  "Gina is not my type."

  I'm busy getting seconds of salad when she surprises me by asking, "Well, what is your type?"

  I can sense a little shyness in her voice. I wonder where this sudden burst of bravery came from. I put the salad down and lift my eyes to her. I clear my throat before speaking.

  "Well, right now I'm kind of liking a certain brunette who wears glasses and constantly underestimates how beautiful she is," I reply softly.

  I stare at her intensely, reddening her already-pink face. She fumbles for words again under my gaze. I decide to confirm for her my true feelings with a gentle but firm squeeze of the leg. However, she tenses up under my hand and our eyes meet.

  It's easy to see how badly she wants me.

  I can feel my desire for her come roaring back, and I know that I won't be able to stop myself from having my way with her.

  She tries to break away from me.

  "I have dessert warming up. I should go check on it," she says in a slightly breathless voice.

  She goes to remove my hand. I can feel how soft and smooth her skin is. I'm waiting to be pushed away, but her hand just stays on top of mine, not moving.

  I can't resist any longer. She gasps softly as I pull her in and kiss her. I groan in response. She tastes so good that I pull her over to my lap. Just as my fingers start to explore her, I feel hers fumble on the hem of my tee shirt, trying to touch me.

  I find myself admitting out loud to her, "I really want you."

  She surprises me again by whispering back, "I have wanted you inside me ever since I first saw you."

  I can feel her hesitate so I encourage her by saying, "But..?"

  She sighs softly.

  "I'm just afraid because you're my boss," she admits in a tiny voice.

  Such a meaningless worry. I want to be with her more than anything in the world. I can't risk any of her doubts or fears preventing that. I shush her softly, then trail my fingers up her thigh.

  I continue kissing her. She kisses me back just as fervently, so I guide her legs apart, and begin to stroke her down there. I push the neckline of her shirt down and run my thumb over her nipples.

  She moans softly as I explore her body. As I touch her, I whisper things roughly in her ear.

  "I love the way you shake for me and the way you are so responsive to me," I tell her.

  Her little moans make me impossibly hard. I can't fight the urge to push her panties to the side and touch her pussy. She is driving me crazy. Without hesitation, I free myself and start rubbing myself off to how wet she is.

  Then I take her little hand and wrap it around my big dick.

  “It’s so huge,” she gasps, in delight. “I mean, I knew it would be huge, but wow. Boss. This is big. Really big.”

  I swear my cock grows even larger in her hand as she admires it. Her hand looks even smaller wrapped around my cock, dwarfed by the size of my manhood. It feels so good to have it there.

  “Get me off,” I tell her. “Stroke your hand up and down my cock, because I’m your boss and you have to do as I say.”

  “Yes, Boss,” she says, obediently making her hand move up and down my shaft.

  She’s gentle at first but then she goes harder, faster, as she gets more and more into the motions.

  “That’s right,” I tell her. “Jerk your boss’s big cock off until he cums. And let me make you cum, too. I need to touch that hot, wet little pussy of you.”

  And I do, pushing my fingers into her pink flesh, feeling how it’s so drenched for me. Her pussy hole is so tight and I can’t wait to have it. For now, though, I settle myself with rubbing her hard little clit as she spreads her legs for me and lets me do what I want to her.

  Her juices are dripping out of her pussy onto my hand as I keep playing with it. She gasps and closes her eyes slightly, moaning.

  But just as she’s about to cum, I stop, and tell her, “Make sure you get me off. Your job is to please me.”

  “Yes, sir, Mr. Barnes,” she says, as she strokes harder and faster again.

  Satisfied, I take her little bean back in between my fingers and squeeze it, rub it, love on it with my fingers. She’s gasping harder now, her hand working hard on my cock while I pinch her clit and let it know who’s boss.

  We both drink in each other's bodies and continue playing with each other. This is the hottest, most intense thing I have ever done, and I've done a lot. I can’t believe we’re not even fucking and it feels this good.

  We both come at the same time in an intense moment of mutual pleasure. My seed spurts all over her hand while she drips out her pussy juices for me.

  We are both gasping and out of breath as we start to rearrange our clothes. She remains seated in my lap for a few seconds. I reach for her hands, to talk to her about what just happened, but she jumps up before I can catch them.

  "I need to go see about dessert," she announces abruptly.

  I watch her walk away, in the opposite direction of the kitchen.

  I can't say anything in reply.

  I'm stunned by what just happened and a bit worried that I just ruined everything by moving too quickly and being too dominant.

  Did I scare her?

  Will she let me do it again? Will she let me fuck that sweet, hot, tight, wet little pussy of hers the way I’m dying to do?

  As I zip up my pants, I remind myself that she’s under my roof. And she’ll do as I say. And she’ll like it.

  I just know she will.

  But first I have to figure out how to get us back to this point and then we can go even further together.

  Chapter 6

  Cassie

  I cannot believe what I did with Matt. I think I am going to freak out, or maybe have a panic attack. There are so many emotions running through my head right now. I can admit that

  It was incredibly hot and intense getting off with him like that, but he's my boss. I can't afford to let myself forget that. This is too much to handle right now.

  Life is playing games with my heart and my mind, beca
use even though I definitely want to do more with him, I am way too embarrassed after what just went down.

  How am I going to face him again after he saw how wet and whimpering I was for him?

  I sigh as I stumble into the bedroom and close the door behind me. I quickly change into my sweats and plop down on the bed. I curl up and hug my pillow. I can't get the images of everything that we did out of my head. I cringe every time I picture my reactions. I have no idea how I am supposed to react around him tomorrow. I'll never get to sleep like this.

  I can bear these thoughts no longer, and I untuck the comforter and pull it up over my head. I cover my body completely. After tonight, I just want to hide away somewhere. My heart can't take much more of this. Eventually I stop thinking and fall into a deep dark sleep. This is exactly what I need. A break from thoughts and feelings, of any kind.

  In the morning, there comes a light knock on the door. This is enough to startle me awake. I groggily poke my head out from under the blanket. I hear the knock again, followed by his voice asking, "Are you ok? If you have a minute, maybe we can talk?"

  His voice breaks through my fog of sleep and brings back all my worries from last night. I know I won’t be able to face him now.

  I feel shyer than I did when we first met. I wrap the blankets around myself and stay quiet. I hope he will go away for now. I don't know when I'll be ready to look at him again. I don't know if I will ever be able to. It's just so embarrassing for me to have acted in such a lewd way in front of him. It's as good as admitting that I have feelings for him. I wonder if he noticed that and that's why he initiated everything between us last night? Or maybe he has feelings for me too? Yeah right… but no matter how hard I try, I can't come up with any other reason why we would have done what we did, and why he would be looking for me this morning.

  Ugh, this is too confusing to think about right now. My head can't deal with all of this! I just need to stay calm and stay away from him for a while, I tell myself. There are just too many things involved with entering into this kind of relationship. They almost never work out. An unhappy ending is another thing I don't want to happen, because my feelings for him are so strong.