The Boss's One Condition - A Sexy Alpha Male Dominance/Submission Short Story From Steam Books

by White, Crystal

  Table of Contents

  The Boss's One Condition Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  About Crystal White

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  THE BOSS's

  ONE

  CONDITION

  Crystal White

  Copyright © 2013 Steam Books Erotica & Romance

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  Chapter One

  Darcy looked down at the worn newspaper in her hands, a big permanent marker circle around an ad saying, “PARALEGAL WANTED.”

  She took a deep breath, turning her gaze up to the skyscraper at the top of the flight of stairs she stood before. The cars zooming behind her on the road faded into the distance as she tried to muster up the courage to take the first step. A loud honk jolted her back to reality and she made her way up the steps, her high heels clicking against the concrete.

  Her stomach was doing somersaults as she stepped off the elevator onto the 10th floor. The glass door to the left read ‘Aaron Carter, Attorney at Law.’ Exhaling sharply, she stepped into the office. She hoped she was looking confident as she strode up to the desk. There was a bored-looking secretary playing on her computer.

  “Excuse me,” Darcy said. “My name is Darcy Perkins. I have an interview with Mr. Carter.”

  “You the paralegal?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Do you have your resume?”

  She held it up and replied, “Yep.”

  The girl rolled her eyes and picked up the phone, pressing a button on the base. “Yeah, Mr. Carter, Miss Perkins is here to see you. Will do.” She hung up and said, “He’s available.” She stood and gathered up her stuff. “Go on in.” She walked out of the office, letting the glass door shut behind her.

  Darcy blinked a few times, but shook it off and walked up the door, knocking.

  A deep voice called out, “Come in.”

  Stepping inside, she squinted, adjusting to the darkness in the room.

  “Shut the door.”

  She did as she was told. Her eyes began to take in her surroundings – light-darkening blinds filtered the sun away from a large pane window. The office was simple, with a computer desk and chair, a couch, and a bookcase. Her blue eyes fell upon Aaron Carter, who was studying her in the dark. He bent over and flipped on a desk light, illuminating the room dimly.

  “Have a seat,” he told her, sitting down, motioning toward a chair opposite his.

  Darcy did as directed, placing her papers on her lap.

  He started. “Darcy, right?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He frowned thoughtfully, nodding. His eyes fell upon the papers in her lap. He held out his hand. “Give them.”

  She handed them to him and waited patiently, nervously fidgeting in her seat. Her palms were sweating and she felt like she was going to throw up.

  “Stop squirming.”

  Darcy stopped, meeting his eyes from over her papers.

  “Thank you.” He turned back to her resume. “Impressive. You have good credentials. I see your professors were impressed with you, given you have three letters of recommendation.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He sat the papers down, looking her dead in the eye. “If you’re so qualified for this job, why are you so nervous?”

  “It’s just who I am, I guess?”

  “Is that a question or a statement?”

  Darcy blinked, taken aback by his sharp tongue. There was a stirring between her legs that she hadn’t felt in a while. Slowly, she replied, “Um…a question, I guess. But I meant it as a statement.”

  “I like you, Darcy,” Aaron said. “But I’m not sure that you’re quite strong enough for this position.”

  “What does strength have to do with it? I’m a fast typist, if that’s what you’re referring to. I’m good with clients and paperwork…”

  “That isn’t what I’m referring to.” He stood and circled the desk. Leaning back against the edge of the desk, he crossed his arms and looked down into her eyes. “Working for me comes with a certain set of commitments that I’m not sure you’re ready to take part in.”

  Darcy frowned curiously. “Can you tell me what they are so I can make a decision for myself?”

  He held her papers out to her. “No.”

  The commanding tone of his voice made her pulse leap and her stomach flutter. She took the papers back, hoping her voice was steady as she said, “That doesn’t seem quite fair.”

  “To be honest, Darcy, if you weren’t so quiet and timid I would jump at the chance to hire you. Your education speaks for itself, your professors all speak very highly of you, and your GPA and test scores are through the roof. But I’m not your typical supervisor, Darcy.”

  “You’re still not giving me any indication of what my personality has to do with anything. If you’re worried about me being too timid with clients, that won’t be the case.”

  “Fine,” Aaron said. “Here’s what we’ll do. You can have the job – but here’s the stipulation. If you take the job, I’ll be your boss in every sense of the word. I will be your boss here and I will be your boss outside of work. I will control and dictate every moment of your time. You will obey my every word. If you disobey me or deviate from that word at all, you will be punished. You will be at my beck and call 24/7 – work-wise and sexually. If I call you into my office to pleasure me, you will drop to your knees and do so. If I tell you to come to work wearing no panties, you will. Obeying me will result in rewards just as disobeying will result in punishment.”

  Aaron leaned down against his knees, his dark blue eyes looking dead into hers and asking, “Now…do you really have that in you?”

  Darcy’s pussy was soaking wet and her heart thumping in her chest. She was frozen in her seat, unable to feel her legs. There was a part of her that felt she should be absolutely appalled by Aaron’s comments. Then there was the part of her that was so turned on, she didn’t know how to respond.

  “Say something.”

  “Um…yes,” Darcy said.

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Yes?”

  “Yes, sir. I have it in me.”

  “That so.”

  She nodded.

  “Drop to your knees and suck my dick.”

  Feeling as though her body was turned to mush, she watched as he unzipped his pants. She slowly slid off the chair onto the floor, feeling as though she were on autopilot. Slipping her hand into his pants, she removed his cock. She looked up into his eyes, only to have him say firmly:

  “Suck it.”

  Darcy slipped his dick in her mouth, letting his limp shaft run past her lips until the tip touched the back of her throat. She wrapped her hand around it, pulling her mouth back and then forward. He rapidly got hard in her hand and mouth. Tiny groans escaped from his throat as she worked her magic. She pulled all the way to the tip, sucking lightly, causing a deep groan to escape from Aaron’s throat. He grabbed a handful of her hair, clutching her tightly in place. His hips began to match pace with her head, his grip firm in her hair, pulling and holding her in place.

  She whimpered softly, grabbing onto his pant legs on either side as she je
rked her head forward along the short distance his grip would allow. Her pussy was dripping with moisture and on fire with a deep, aching want, getting worse and worse with every guttural moan from Aaron’s mouth. His body tensed up and his grip pulled tight as he gasped, exploding his hot load into the back of her throat. Darcy moaned softly, sucking him clean.

  Aaron released his grip on her, and his cock fell limp. She looked up at him, still on her knees, and asked, “May I stand?”

  “Yes,” he replied, zipping himself back up. “You may.”

  She stood on shaky knees. “Sir…do I have the job?”

  “Yes…yes you do. I’ll e-mail you later with instructions for tomorrow.”

  Chapter Two

  Darcy’s whole body was enflamed as she tossed her keys on her nightstand that evening. She began ripping her clothes off, ready to fuck her own brains out with her vibrator. Her phone dinged, indicating an e-mail. Nabbing her vibrator off the floor, she grabbed her phone with the other hand and flopped onto the bed naked. Opening her e-mail, seeing the message from Aaron with the subject line ‘Instructions’ made her heart leap.

  Darcy,

  You are now mine until your job is terminated, either by you or me. This is the contract that you have agreed upon. Due to this, you shall follow my every word to the letter or there will be consequences. I will train you on your job tomorrow, although I am confident you will fulfill those duties with no problems. So tonight in this letter I will instead give you the instructions you will be following tonight and tomorrow, and more will follow for the rest of the week.

  Tomorrow you are to wear the shortest skirt that you own. I do not know what kind of clothing you wear, so I have no way of knowing how short this is. But it should be at least shorter than knee length, preferably much more so. It should be semi-professional, a black or gray or brown in shade. You will wear high heels with no tights. You will wear a white button down blouse that will be unbuttoned enough for me to see your cleavage. Your hair will be down. Your make-up will be minimal.

  As for tonight, I know that today and this letter has turned you on. You are not allowed to pleasure yourself – at all. Good night and I will see you at 8.

  Darcy’s mouth dropped open as she read the last line once, then twice, and a third time.

  “Are you serious?” she asked aloud. She stared down at the vibrator longingly before blowing out a sigh and tossing it to the floor.

  The next morning, Darcy dressed to her new boss’s requirements. She had to admit that she looked pretty sexy. She felt sexy, too. She was about ready to head out the door when she got a text from Aaron.

  I forgot to mention – no panties.

  Darcy’s pulse leapt. Slowly, she removed her panties. She felt very exposed as she walked to her car. Driving, she could feel the air rushing between her thighs. As she walked up the steps toward the skyscraper, she couldn’t help but wonder if anyone knew she was going commando.

  “Good morning,” Aaron said as she walked into his office.

  “Morning.”

  “Come here.”

  She walked up to him. Her face heated up as he scrutinized her, looking at every detail to make sure she had followed it. Then he stepped forward and stuck his hand up her skirt, letting two fingers brush against the pussy. She gasped at the jolt of electricity that shuddered through her veins.

  “Good girl,” he said, patting her on the rump. He handed her some folders. “Type up these affidavits, upload them to the link as explained in the handout in folder #1, and come see me when you’re finished.”

  Darcy did as she was told. Sitting at her desk without panties on made her feel naughty, and she got hornier as the day wore on.

  She maybe took a little longer than necessary typing up the affidavits, but she didn’t think much of it. Walking into Aaron’s office, she said, “I’m all done.”

  “Did you upload them to the drop box as requested?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Aaron got on his computer. He was silent save for the tapping of his fingers on his keyboard. Darcy fidgeted, unsure of whether she should speak or leave. Since he hadn’t dismissed her and he seemed busy, she simply stood there in silence.

  Fifteen minutes later, he clicked his mouse and stood. Circling his desk, he looked at her with his big arms crossed. “Explain to me why it took you two hours to accomplish that and you failed to use spell check.”

  Darcy’s heart sank. “Did I make a typo?”

  “Yes.”

  “Um…I’m really sorry.”

  “Two hours, Darcy. It took you two hours. What were you doing for two hours? I have a secretary who plays on Facebook all day. Is that what you were doing?”

  “No! No, sir. I just…I was taking my time.”

  “Obviously not enough, since you made typos. Would you need three hours to not make typos?”

  “I’m really sorry.”

  “Sorry isn’t good enough, Darcy.”

  She swallowed hard, holding her breath, expecting to be fired on her first day of work.

  “Bend over the desk,” he said.

  She blinked a few times. “I’m sorry?”

  “I said bend over the desk.”

  Darcy slowly stepped forward and leaned her elbows against the desk, gripping the opposite side. Aaron stood, walking to the other side of her. He flipped her skirt up.

  “I told you that if you disobeyed me or deviated from what I told you to do, that you would be punished. Do you remember that?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “This is how you will be punished.” One strong hand cracked down on her lily-white ass, echoing in the small office. Darcy gasped. He repeated the process on the other side, and continued to cover every inch of her ass until the sting engulfed the surface of her backside.

  Darcy whimpered, gripping the desk tightly. The odd part was, it wasn’t because it hurt. It was because it was turning her on. She squeezed her legs together to relieve some of the pressure building in her pussy. She began to gasp and yelp out loud as every sharp swat immediately sunk down deep into her soaking wet hole.

  “Are you going to take two hours to write out affidavits next time?”

  If it results in this? Yes. “No, sir.”

  “And will you be more careful about typos next time?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Aaron stood back and said, “Stand up.”

  Doing as she was told, she stood before her boss silently.

  “Have you learned your lesson?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good,” he said. Picking up a folder, he handed it to her. “Take this and send out all these e-mails. You have an hour to get them finished and get back into my office. Do it in forty-five minutes and you’ll get a reward.”

  Chapter Three

  The idea of a reward was all the motivation that Darcy needed. Her body was aching for pleasure after the torture she had endured over the past two days. Her pussy was alive, throbbing, begging for some attention after the spanking she had just gotten. She typed faster and more accurately than she had since typing class.

  After making sure to spell-check everything twice, she sent all the e-mails and then walked into Aaron’s office.

  “All finished, sir.”

  Aaron glanced at his watch. “Forty minutes,” he said. “Impressive.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  He walked around the desk and up to her. “Do you think you deserve a reward, Darcy?”

  “I did well, sir. And I promise to be good and behave from now on.”

  Aaron ran a finger up along her neckline, across the mound of her breast. “Is that so?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  Slowly, he began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Then he stopped and took a step back. “Actually,” he said. “I want you to do it. Strip – slowly.”

  Darcy’s fingers worked down the buttons on her blouse. She threw Aaron her most sultry look as she pulled it over her shoulders and let it float to the groun
d. The zipper on her skirt sounded loud as she dragged it down a few inches before wiggling her hips out of it. Her bra came next, leaving her standing in nothing but her heels.

  “Keep them on,” he said as she started to remove them. “Come here.”

  She walked toward him. He slid his hand behind her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. His mouth crushed down on hers with powerful dominance, his tongue forcing its way inside, his lips brusing at hers. His free hand slipped between her legs. Darcy moaned into his mouth as two fingers plunged deep inside her. He let them just stay there, unmoving, as his tongue brutalized hers. His thumb began to rub against her swollen clit.

  “Oh!” she cried out in surprise, her nails digging into his shirt.

  “That feel good?” he asked.

  “Mm, yes, sir…”

  “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” Aaron asked, starting to run his fingers in and out of her pussy.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  Tugging on her hair, he pulled her away from him. He pulled off his tie. Taking her arms, he yanked them around behind her back, tying her wrists together. He pushed her down bent over his desk again.

  “Spread your legs.” She did as she was told. “That’s a good girl. Yes…yes, that’s a very good look for you, Darcy. Submission looks good on you.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  Darcy heard him unzip his pants. The anticipation was torture. His belt jingling, hearing his pants hit the floor…the build up was increasing the pressure inside her. When he entered her hard, she gasped. His hand grabbed her hair, tugging, as their bodies came together powerfully.

  “Oh my God, oh oh oh oh God!” Darcy cried out as he pounded into her. His hand smacked down against her ass, his free hand still clutching her hair tightly.

  “Oh God, Aaron…oh my God…OH!” She moaned loudly as her pussy squeezed him tight.

  “That’s it,” he said. “That a girl. Give me more.” He smacked her ass again. “Keep ‘em coming.” He fucked her harder, if that were possible. The desk squeezed across the floor as their rough movements moved it.