She thought for a moment. I better voice them now, if I have any. But he had promised to be faithful, and she knew Blake well. Any other man, she’d have thought he was just saying that to get her compliance, but Blake was scrupulously honest.
“No, Sir, no other objections. But what if I cheat?”
“Then you’ll have to tell me.”
That might just be punishment enough. She nodded.
“I’ll send you an address of a clinic. Full STD testing is now part of employment here. For both of us.”
She smiled at the way he managed to fold what normally would be an unsexy necessity and turn it into an order that made her warm and reassure her that he would look after her safety at the same time. “Yes, Sir. I’ll go on my lunch break.”
“Back to work,” Blake said.
They kept working the rest of the day. He kept working away through lunch on the new work Drexel had given the company. And at the end of the day he bid her farewell as if nothing had changed.
But something most definitely had.
Wednesday was almost normal, except that the day started with her opening her blouse and displaying her clamped breasts to him. He strapped a red ball gag with a leather strap around her and then removed the clamps. The gag stopped her from screaming.
“Good girl,” he said and then removed the gag and went to work, leaving her to stare after him.
When he went through the same sequence on Thursday, she simply buttoned up and sat back down at her desk. Her bottom didn’t hurt anymore. She wondered how he’d respond if she started masturbating. Was he keeping an eye on the feed from the camera all the time? If she tried to be discreet about it, could she get away without him knowing? It didn’t matter, as he’d told her to ask first. And she wasn’t going to do that.
On Friday her reticence was gone. Thank goodness people didn’t just walk in and she kept the appointment book. She buzzed him. “Sir, may I play with myself?”
“Come into my office.”
That sounded much more promising than being watched on camera. Her pussy tingled at the idea that he might fuck her. She went into his office and he gestured to the yellow chair, which was situated directly in front of his desk. “I was wondering how long it would take you to ask. Remove your clothes.”
She stripped for him, swaying slightly, trying to make it seductive.
“Nice undies,” he said, when she revealed the French lace knickers she wore that matched her cream-colored bra.
“Thank you, Sir. On, or off?”
“Off.”
She shimmied them down and stood naked before him, waiting direction.
“Well? You asked permission. Sit down, make sure I have a good view and let me know when you’re about to come.”
Sigh. Still, the last few days she’d been horny a lot, and she wanted the release that her fingers could give her. She sat on the chair, spread her legs so that each one rested on an arm, and started rubbing her clit slowly, her other hand playing with her breasts. As much as she wanted to get off, she wanted to entice him into taking action more.
Instead, he looked at some papers on his desk.
She tensed. She’d put up with his near indifference, believing it to be a test of sorts. As long as he was being faithful to her, he’d want to use her to sate his lusts eventually. She opened her mouth to say something and then smiled. She couldn’t be sure, but she didn’t think his eyes were really tracking the words. They went back and forth, but she’d seen him read and it didn’t look right to her. Too fast, too regular. He was faking it.
Very well. She leaned back and moaned. If he wasn’t going to watch, he’d have to hear. And she was pretty sure her sounds would have his full attention, even if she had to sound like a bad porn soundtrack to get it. She dipped her fingers into her pussy to wet them and then rubbed some more, pinching her nipples.
He looked up. “Do I need to gag you?”
She grinned. “Yes, Sir.”
It obviously wasn’t the answer he’d been looking for. “But then how will you ask me when you’re ready to come?”
She hadn’t thought of that. Knowing him, if she couldn’t ask, he wouldn’t let her. She pursed her lips. Why does the thought of denial turn me on? But she didn’t really want to be denied. She wanted him to say yes.
“May I come, Sir?”
“Not yet.”
Her hand froze, not daring to keep rubbing. Another touch there, or something penetrating her pussy, would send her over the edge. She breathed heavily, trying to control herself.
“But soon,” he said. He got up from behind his desk, and walked over to her.
That made it a little easier. She nodded.
“Unzip me.”
She grinned as she saw the ridge in his slacks and eagerly unzipped him. It gave her hands something to do, and that was helpful. And when his beautiful cock slipped out, the big vein on it pulsing, just a few inches from her lips, she looked up at him.
“May I, Sir?”
“It’ll keep you quiet,” he said.
She chuckled. Is that why, Sir? She licked him around the tip and squeezed with her hand. A drop of salty fluid formed, and she tasted it. Was it just her imagination that he even tasted better than anyone else she’d had? She wanted more, but she held back, putting just the head of him in her mouth and then pulling away slowly, watching him.
“Do you think you’re in control, Carrie?”
She was tempted to show him her teeth. She had his cock in his mouth, after all, and the threat would be clear. Yes, I am in control. But something in his eyes warned her that she couldn’t get away with being a brat. She shook her head.
He placed his hands on her head. “Good. Because your next orgasm is going to come when I want it to. And so is mine.” He pushed her head down and shoved his cock in, gradually but firmly. He didn’t stop until he was tickling the back of her throat.
“Put your hand on the base of my cock so it can’t go any deeper in your mouth than you can take, Carrie. That’s the only control I’m going to let you have.”
That was enough. As long as I don’t gag, I’m good. She wrapped her small fist around his massive member so that her index finger was next to her lips, then tried to nod with her eyes.
He pulled her hair and then pushed her back. I set the pace, he seemed to be saying. He filled her but didn’t choke her. Soon his cock throbbed in her mouth, and she knew he was getting ready to come.
He spurted against the back of her throat, and she swallowed. He stopped thrusting in her mouth and held her head still as he poured his seed into her. She was starting to not simply tolerate the taste of him but to actually like it. She looked up at him, eager to take every drop.
“Good girl,” he said and ruffled her hair. “You’ll get your reward.”
He pulled out of her.
“That was a reward,” she said.
He smiled. “My dear little submissive,” he said with affection. He slipped one hand behind her shoulders, supporting her. Then he leaned over her and slid two fingers suddenly into her pussy. His thumb rubbed over her clit, but it was his fingers that felt the best as they found her G-spot with ease. A moment’s jealousy about how exactly he’d learned his way around a woman’s body so well faded quickly in appreciation of his expertise. In a few moments he’d built her sexual tension back to where it had been when he’d refused her.
“May I?” It required all her concentration to stop from coming and still get out those words. She thought he was going to demand a Sir, or to describe exactly what she wanted to do, but the only word she managed in her haze to add was, “Please?”
“Come now, Carrie,” he said.
She screamed. Her pussy rippled around his hand. Her toes curled and her legs shook. She shuddered violently as his fingers extended her pleasure. Another? She didn’t manage to get the words out before he withdrew his hand and smiled at her.
I suppose I should be satisfied with one.
“Ben
d over my desk, please.”
One, and a spanking that will no doubt leave me on the edge and wanting more. Her limbs did not want to cooperate. He seemed to sense that, because he helped her up and guided her over to the desk. Its support was welcome relief as she stretched her torso over it.
He nudged her thighs apart, and she complied by spreading her legs. There was something profoundly erotic about being completely naked in his presence, with him still clothed.
She felt his cock against her pussy lips, and she gasped. She had only a moment to think about it, however, before he thrust forward and filled her.
Not a spanking.
“Open your mouth,” He ordered.
She did.
A moment later he strapped the gag around her head, putting the ball securely between her lips. “We need to keep the screaming in the office down to a minimum.”
She nodded. Sorry, Sir. There was no point in trying to say it. Or the need to find the words she’d been finding hard for the last several minutes. She just relaxed into his desk, while he found a rhythm. And in a few moments, she came, hard.
And silently.
Chapter Eight
Blake hadn’t intended to touch Carrie. He had intended to play it cool, make her wait for a while, and see how deep her submission went. But then the talk of gagging her had made him think about having his cock in her mouth, and there really was no reason not to do that, at least. He could have had her finish herself off, after, but her pussy looked so inviting.
And then, as her second orgasm built, he knew he wanted to feel her clench around his cock. He’d stayed for her third. As she lay on his desk, sweaty and spent, he knew she meant more to him than he’d been willing to let on, even to himself. She was special, and not just because she was a very good secretary. Or a sexy submissive. Nor even because she was both wrapped into one package.
By bringing his sex life into work, she’d shattered the way his world was compartmentalized. It had been neat. Now all sorts of lines were being crossed and he was making decisions on the fly.
He discarded the condom in a trashcan next to his desk. He could have achieved his own orgasm if he’d kept pumping away, but he was satisfied. Not just my cock. It goes deeper than that. He zipped up his pants.
So far, they’d been able to keep up with work. If he went deeper, or lost his distance, that might suffer. Then again, it might be worth it. He shook his head. He knew himself too well for that. Work hard, play hard, go to bed knowing he gave both his best―that was the way he saw life now and always would. And now he wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“What’s wrong?” Carrie turned her head to ask.
“Nothing. Let’s get back to work.”
She shook her head. “No.” She straightened, not looking even a little bit submissive, even if she was stark naked in his office.
Not the answer he expected.
“No, Sir. We can work as late as you want. Or you can tell me to work as late as you want. But right now, you’re distressed, and I want to hug you.” She walked over and put her arms around him.
After a moment of hesitation, he held her back. Her soft naked body felt good in his arms. As much as he liked his life organized, nothing could be too wrong with such a delectable creature naked in his grasp.
“I should spank you for disobeying.”
“You may spank me any time you wish, Sir. Whether I’ve disobeyed or not. Is that what you would like, now?”
He shook his head. “No. This is good.”
She smiled. “Thought so.”
He held her for a long time. He’d known she wasn’t a mouse, but he’d been treating her as if she were. Her organizational skills had kept him in line for the last two years. Deciding that he needed a hug more than he needed her to obey wasn’t the action of a sub as much as it was the action of a lover.
He hadn’t been looking for a lover.
“Carrie,” he said at last. “Thank you. I am okay. We do need to get back to work, and we also need to schedule some time to talk.”
She nodded. “As long as you take the time you need, Sir.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’m going to clear your schedule and sit on your desk until you do.”
Never give a girlfriend write access to your calendar. A little late for that. He wondered how she’d take being called his girlfriend, and decided even if it was true it was a little too vanilla. “Very well. Now.” He let go and then reached around and gave her a swat.
She yelped beautifully.
“Back to work,” he said. “And you might want to wear clothes.”
She chuckled. “I might.” She walked over to her clothes and bent to pick them up, giving him another beautiful view of her ass. She dressed and headed back to the reception area. He sat back in his chair. He had a scan of his latest test results and in case she was wondering, he wanted her to have them sooner rather than later. He sent them to her in an email and got back to work.
When she came back from lunch, she put a folder on his desk, and walked back to her own desk afterward. He opened it and looked over the pages.
The clinic had been thorough, as usual, and there was nothing he needed to worry about.
He absorbed that information for a moment and then focused on work, letting the possibilities play in the back of his mind.
At three o’clock he walked out to talk to Carrie. “Book dinner for two, please.”
Carrie looked at him, confusion playing on her face. He wasn’t sure why. “Yes, Sir,” she said. “Where?”
“Some place you like,” he said.
The look of relief on her face was palpable. “Yes, Sir,” she said, with more spring in her voice.
She thought I was going with someone else. I guess I have asked her to book dates for me before, but I wouldn’t have if I’d thought she felt something for me.
I care about her. A lot. The thought hit him hard, and he turned away. It was hard enough to meld the roles of boss and Dom without tossing love into the mix. He walked back into his office. No, what they were doing required that he maintain a certain amount of distance. Maybe even dinner had been a mistake, but he wanted to know more about what made Carrie tick.
* * * * *
A few hours later Blake found himself seated across from Carrie in a small Chili place. The food was excellent, but he hoped she knew that he was happy to spring for a more upscale restaurant if she’d wanted it. Maybe next time he wouldn’t leave the choice up to her. She had unbuttoned an extra button on her blouse, revealing some delicious cleavage, and he was sure it wasn’t by accident. Are you trying to seduce me, my little secretary? Because I think you’ve already succeeded.
“Anything else for you two?” The beefy waiter had been as attentive as a waiter from one of the finest restaurants. Whether he could master the same discretion was another matter.
“Leave us fifteen minutes to talk, please? And then bring the lady a refill on her lemonade.”
The waiter looked at his watch. “You’ve got it, boss,” he said, gave him a thumbs-up and walked away.
Carrie grinned. “I’m not the only one who likes calling you boss,” she said.
“I think it had a different meaning this time,” observed Blake.
“So what did you want to talk about, Sir?”
“You.”
“I’m sure there are more interesting topics. But how would you like me?”
“That wasn’t exactly what I meant. You told me a few stories about yourself, as C, and I know that part of that was to make yourself different from Carrie, so I wouldn’t suspect. But there’s one thing you told me that stuck.”
Carrie visibly squirmed. “Um. I suppose I should ask what’s that?”
“You said there was incredible pain in your life. When you came to work for me, I could feel that, and I thought that over time, it lightened some. But you also said that BDSM was your drug that let you get through. If I’m going to be providing that, I need
to know what it is I’m helping you with.”
She smiled. “Why don’t we pretend I’m a healthy, well-adjusted individual who just likes to play rough?”
He shook his head. “No. Because I think you are a healthy, well-adjusted individual, and I’m not interested in pretending. But I need to know what drives you, Carrie.”
“And if I don’t want to tell you?”
“Then I’m not going to play with you again until you do.”
He regretted it the moment he saw her face. There was real doubt there.
She got up and said, “Excuse me, Sir, I need to go to the bathroom,” and quickly walked away, leaving him alone to ponder.
He knew he was right, on the surface. Openness was always better. But he remembered what she said once about not shattering the illusion. Boss and secretary, Dom and sub. Was it all a game, a play with roles, but no reality to it?
He’d enjoyed “just playing” with plenty of women, but he didn’t want to “just play” with Carrie. Not any longer.
The waiter looked over and shrugged at him. He shook his head. The waiter nodded.
Carrie came back five minutes later, having buttoned the top button of her blouse. She slid into the booth and looked him in the eye. He waited. “I think,” she said, “that it’s better if we don’t talk about it.”
“Do you want to be my submissive?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to be my slave?”
She took a breath. “Yes.”
“In every way possible?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Unbutton the top three buttons on your blouse.”
She followed direction, breaking their stare only one to glance down at her chest. She had two undone before. With three he could make out the delicate scalloping at the edge of her bra.
“Good girl. Now tell me about your pain.”
She shivered. “Why do you want to combine those two? How can you do that?”
“The same way I can be both your boss and your Master.” He chose the word deliberately. What they were doing went beyond mere Dominant and submissive, or play partners, and he knew it. “By pushing myself past where I thought I was willing to go. Now it’s your turn to be pushed. I will know what I want to know.”
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