by Jamie Knight
I wonder if he would fire me for not responding?
The thought of losing my job terrifies me, but I just can’t make myself open the door. I sit in bed and wait. The seconds seem to stretch on forever. It's almost agonizing. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. My breathing sounds loud to me as I try to stay quiet. It feels like forever but eventually I hear him walk away. I pull the covers off myself and try to relax a little. I doubt it will be any use.
I decide to stay in the bedroom as long as I can to avoid running into him. I read and surf the internet, watching the clock as it seems to run at half speed. Around the middle of the afternoon, I run out of things to do.
I wish I had packed my books from home. I feel like I need to use the bathroom. I'm also hungry and thirsty. I decide that I need to risk a trip out of the room. I don't want to, but I'm desperate.
I don't hear anyone outside, so I open my door and hurry across the hallway to the bathroom. I assume that he's working in his office or the bedroom. I want to sigh with relief. After I finish in the bathroom, I feel more calm and I decide to venture into the kitchen. I think about what I am going to make myself to eat.
As I turn the corner, I stop in surprise. My breath catches in my chest. He is seated in the kitchen working. He has his papers and computer in front of him, but a full breakfast is spread out on the rest of the counter space next to him. I quickly avert my eyes to the floor as I feel embarrassment overwhelm me once more. I wasn't expecting to see him like this. I was actually hoping to avoid this whole situation. I don't think I will be able to now.
He looks up and does a slight double take when he sees me.
He pulls out one of the stools next to him at the breakfast bar and asks, "Please join me?" in a soft tone.
The food looks and smells delicious. I'm also extremely hungry after being stuck in my room all morning. I'm still extremely nervous, but I know I can't resist.
I nod and slowly walk over to him. I take the seat next to him and grab a plate with eggs and bacon. I pick at the food. I'm too jittery to really eat, despite how much my stomach is growling so I just nibble on a piece of toast.
As I chew, he turns in his chair to look at me. I don't want to, but I can't stop myself from looking up at him with curiosity. He meets my gaze without flinching, but speaks to me softly, almost tenderly.
"I don't want there to be any tension between us, but I just want you to know that I do want you. All you have to do is choose fast or slow, because I know you want me too," he murmurs.
His gentle tone surprises me, but not as much as the blunt truth of his words does. I want to say that this is like a dream come true, but I'm still in shock that my strictly professional boss actually feels anything for me.
As much as I want to confess my secret crush aloud for him, I need to tell him clearly that I think us being together is a bad idea for the major reason that he is my boss and we work together. Before I get a chance to say anything though, he takes advantage of my hesitation.
"You already are mine. You just need to choose and tell me how you want me to be."
I am at a loss for words.
Could this really be happening?
He gets up and gathers his papers and laptop.
He looks at me a second time, then plants a soft peck on my cheek.
"Decide fast," he whispers before walking out of the kitchen with his work.
The peck on my cheek leaves me feeling dazed. I have to shake my head to concentrate. Numbly, I go back to eating my breakfast in silence while thinking about all that was just said. My brain and my stomach are both going to need a long time to digest.
Later in the evening, I find myself walking down the hall towards his office. He's called me there for work again. I'm worried about what might happen tonight, and I hesitate as I enter. He nods at me in a professional manner as I take my seat next to him at the desk. Everything seems normal for now.
A few hours pass and we finish working on another project. He double-checks my contribution before filing the case away. I stand next to his desk very nervously. The night has been carrying on in a surprising way.
There's been nothing more than a few glances, and he seemed professional throughout it all, almost like this morning never happened. As very confusing as that is, however, the ending of the work night was the part I've been the most nervous about.
He surprises me again by maintaining his businesslike manner and merely escorting me to the door like a proper gentleman.
The only exciting part is when he gives me another soft peck on the cheek before bidding me a quiet "Good night." I'm breathless as I watch him walk away.
After I get back to my room and close the door, I lay on my bed and clutch my pillow like a schoolgirl. That little kiss after all the hard work left me feeling insane, and insanely turned on. I groan into the pillow, because those are two things that I did not want to feel again. I'm considering making another list of reasons why we shouldn't be together, but by now I know that would be a waste of time.
I push my pillow away and sit back up. I admit to myself that I have no idea what to do. I need to calm myself down and also time to think.
I keep picturing last night in my head, and that image is not helping things right now. I decide to take a shower. That usually relaxes me.
I grab my things and head to the bathroom. I spend a long time under the soapy steamy water. I also take the opportunity to relieve some of the tension brought on by that simple kiss.
It felt better than I ever imagined to be kissed by him and have his hands on me like that. I touch myself gently, but I wish it was him doing it.
I imagine him embracing me as I shudder to an orgasm, the shower drowning out my moans.
He left me wanting so much more.
I don't know how I will ever be able to tell him that.
Afterwards I feel much more comfortable and I go back to my room.
I stretch out on my bed and try not to think of anything.
The warm water relaxed me so much that I pass out right away.
This time it's a comfortable sleep.
I dream of soft fluffy clouds and wake up in the morning feeling refreshed.
Chapter 7
Cassie
We have been working together in Matt's home for a week and those goodnight kisses that he gives me are driving me insane. I have to fight against the part of me that wants more. Matt seems to have gone back to normal, though, other than that.
That's good news, I guess. It takes the pressure off of me to answer his question. I wish I could be carefree like he is. No matter how much I try I just can't stop thinking of how his fingers felt inside of me,
and how hot he looked when he came. These thoughts are making me feel wet right now. I don't know whether to cry or scream. This has all been just so much to think about at once.
This morning, I sit in the bedroom for a long time, weighing my options and figuring out how to respond to him. It's probably time to finally admit the truth about my feelings. What's most surprising is that I've come to believe there are mutual feelings between us.
If there weren't, then we wouldn't have had so much fun that night. It's exciting to think that my boss, who I have crushed on for so long, returns my feelings.
After a few more minutes of internal debate, I nod my head decisively. I have concluded that it is time to take what I want at last. I want and deserve to be happy. I know I will find that happiness with Matt. I excitedly sit up in bed and grab my phone to text him.
"I can't sleep."
I hit send before I can talk myself out of it. I'm both excited and anxious as I wait for his reply. A few minutes go by, and it starts to set in what I'm doing. He is still my boss, after all, and I begin to worry whether it was inappropriate of me to have sent him that message. My phone buzzes loudly in my hand. My heart skips a beat when I read his text.
"Can’t sleep either thinking of how you tasted when I licked my fingers."
Emboldened by his words, and also turned on by them, I quickly reply, asking "Do you want more?"
I can't keep the smile off my face as I send the message. A few minutes pass and instead of receiving anything back, I hear him knock on my door. My heart skips, and I get up and cross the room quickly.
I open the door and we stand there for a moment looking at each other. I can see him taking in every aspect of my appearance, from my bed head to my oversized sweatpants. He moves into the room, closing the door behind him.
Without a word, I watch as he places a condom on my nightstand in silence. He then turns to me and pulls me into a passionate kiss. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back.
Our fingers eagerly tear off each other's clothes. He leads me to the bed, but I abruptly stop kissing him. There's something I need to tell him first.
"What's wrong?" he asks softly.
I can't meet his gaze. I stare at the ground as I speak.
"I'm a virgin," I whisper.
I'm actually a little embarrassed by it. He silently touches my face. This causes me to look up at him. I'm surprised to see tenderness in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he whispers back. I believe him.
We continue kissing as he pushes me back on the bed. He strips me of my bra and panties. I'm both excited and nervous, but the way he is touching my body makes me light up in pleasure.
I part my legs as I feel his hand dip between them. He feels how wet I am and smiles. He rubs me some, in that skillful, experienced way of his, but I start to moan, and I can stand it no longer. We both know what's going to happen next.
He puts on the condom.
I'm a little scared as I feel him slide inside of me, but we are both dripping wet, and that makes it easier.
“Yes,” he says, his voice commanding and authoritative. “That’s being a good employee. Let your boss take your virginity. Let me fuck you for your very first time.”
“Yes, sir,” I tell him, more than willing to let him.
It's tight at first and a little painful, but the more he thrusts, the better it starts to feel.
Soon I'm grinding my hips against him. I want more of him. He starts to plunge deeper into me, and I feel like I'm losing myself. Like all my nerve endings have been awakened and are crying out in joy.
I wrap my arms around him, because I can feel my body building up to something. The more we thrust, the more I feel. I start calling his name, getting louder and faster as I get closer to my climax.
When I cum, I cry it out, then collapse against the bed. He still pumps inside of me a few more times, until he cums with a loud grunt as well.
We both lay there a few seconds, with him on top of me.
He then gingerly slides out of me, still taking care to be gentle. Once he's out, he gets up and excuses himself to the bathroom briefly.
I can’t get over how unbelievable it was to make love to a man as hot as him. Not only did I lose my virginity to the man of my dreams, but he was more gentle and loving than I ever imagined a guy could be.
He took the time to make sure that I came first before letting himself go. That is just mind-blowing to me - I never thought any men were really like that. And just as I think he couldn't be sweeter, I'm startled by him grabbing a towel and cleaning me.
He wipes all the sweat and cum and other juices away, and dresses me in a fresh pair of panties and one of his tee shirts for a nightgown.
This is all very comforting to me because I feel very tired all of the sudden. He pulls on his pajamas too and climbs into bed next to me. He holds his arms open and without hesitation I cuddle up against his chest.
“Cassie, this isn’t like me at all, but I think I’m falling in love with you,” he admits.
My heart pounds and now I know what the phrase “butterflies in my stomach” is supposed to mean, because that happens, too.
“I think I’m falling in love with you too, Boss,” I tell him, feeling so relaxed and tired and happy.
The last thing I hear as my eyes close is his voice gently saying, "Sleep now," followed by a soft peck on my cheek.
Chapter 8
Matt
I wake up in the morning to the beautiful sight of Cassie laying next to me. I could get used to this. I smile as I see her stirring beside me. Her face registers confusion, then delight, when she sees me.
I lean over and silently kiss her. Her arms wrap around my neck as she pulls me closer. She kisses me back. My hand slips down to her private places. I pet her until I feel her growing wet, then I stop. She laughs and kisses me once more.
This is a great way to wake up in the morning. I'm so happy that I managed to pull this off. I honestly wasn't sure that I could. I have never been this happy, and I know it's because I have this incredible woman now.
I am so glad that she feels the same way about me. After spending a while in bed teasing and playing with each other, I pull her out of bed and carry her in my arms to the bathroom.
"Time for a shower," I announce.
I make the water nice and steamy, and then we both take turns washing and sudsing each other up. I just can't keep my hands off of her. After rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, Cassie turns and looks at me.
"I think you were holding back last night," she says abruptly. I'm putting soap on my washcloth, but I pause to glance at her. I cant keep secrets from her now, so I laugh guiltily and tell her she's right.
"Yes, I was, since it was your first time." She stares at me hard for a few seconds, then shocks me.
"No more holding back. I want everything you've got."
I nearly drop my soap and washcloth. I wasn't expecting that from her so soon. I can’t believe how lucky I am that I found someone who is so innocent yet hungry. I forget about washing up.
I grab her and pull her to me, lifting her and spreading her legs. I know that we are both ready for each other. Her ass presses against the tiled wall of the shower as I slide inside of her. She moans at my touch.
The warm water from the shower and the steam filling the bathroom only make this hotter, the moisture clinging to our skin and putting our senses into overdrive. She pushes her head back against the wall as I take her hard against the tiles.
She's practically screaming, crying out for me. Her breasts look amazing, shining and glittering with water drops as they bounce, all soapy and wet. I grunt with each hard thrust that I give her, and she gasps back.
All too soon, she cums so hard that she goes limp. I have to catch her and hold her up. I carry her out of the shower and dry her off. She looks weak but satisfied. I dress her in one of my robes, and we wait for her to recover before we go down for breakfast. I sit at the counter and watch as she cooks for us. I find myself getting turned on again as I realize that she is wearing nothing more than panties and a bathrobe. I get up and walk across the kitchen to her. She jumps in surprise as I grab her by the shoulders and gently turn her around to face me.
"What are you doing?" she asks with a smile. I can’t help myself, so I start playing with her and teasing her body until she is as turned on as I am.
"Please, don't stop," she begs softly.
I’m all too happy to oblige. I loved the way her voice sounded when she said that. I pull apart her robe and push her panties aside. I crouch between her thighs and go down on her against the kitchen cabinets.
She bites her lip and throws her head back in delight. She moans softly and grinds on my face.
I nibble on her hard little clit and shove my tongue into every crevice in her pussy. Then once I bring it back out, I circle it around her clit again, teasing her.
“Yes, Boss, Sir!” she cries out. “Mr. Barnes. Matt. I love this. It feels so good. Oh, my God.”
She cums quickly, and I leave her breathless.
I slowly stand to look at her.
She looks back at me, wordlessly, before sinking to her knees in front of me. It's my turn to be shocked. I watch silently as she opens the front of my pants. My er
ection springs forth. She gently grabs it and slides it into her mouth.
I'm in awe as she deep-throats me right there. She pumps me faster and faster until I explode into her mouth. Her eyes are still on me, and I watch as she surprises me by swallowing.
“You’re such a bad little girl,” I tell her, smiling. “But I love it. Keep eating your boss’s cock like that. Let me shove it all the way down your throat.”
And I do, pushing myself further down her mouth, filling her with my cock.
I must be the first guy she's ever eaten like that. I groan as I empty my seed into her mouth.
She swallows it as I say, “That’s right. Clean up the mess you made your boss make.”
She does so, groaning, “yes, boss,” into my cock, and then licks her lips afterwards and I love every second of it – I love every little thing that she does and I never want to let her go.
Later in the day, we’rre sitting on the couch. I'm going over a file and she's reading some novel she found in my office. She puts the book down suddenly and stares at me.
"Is everything okay?" I ask, not looking up from my work.
She hesitates a second, then says, "I just don't know how things can go back to normal for us at the office, after the Coronavirus and the quarantine ends, and that worries me. Will people at work talk? Will I be fired?"
I hate that she’s having such doubts about me and about this relationship we both willingly walked into. I know it’s unorthodox, but it’s amazing, and I don’t want her to start second-guessing things and to say it has to end.
I put my papers aside when I see how much these thoughts distresses her. I reach for her and hold her close to comfort her.
"You are mine now and I am not letting you go, ever, Cassie,” I tell her. “I protect what is mine, no matter what. You don’t have to worry about anyone at work or anything bad happening to your career. I promise"
I mean those words and hope that they ease her mind.