Her Personal Assistant

by J. W. McKenna

  Evelyn caught on at once to the sudden change in authority. “Hey!”

  “No, just coffee, we don't want to be late,” James said, taking a cup and handing her the other one.

  She took it and sipped it, her eyes flashing. But she didn't say anything else.

  When they got into the car, she jumped with her bottom hit the cushions. “Ow! Dammit!”

  “It will go away soon,” he said, ignoring her discomfort.

  At the office, he went over strategy for the meeting, telling her to stand firm and show the men who was boss. He knew it was hard for her, a submissive, but he told her it was a game she must play if she wanted to please Charles’ memory.

  “Now,” he said, handing her the digital tape recorder to slip into her purse. “If I hear you acting like a girl instead of a business woman, I will take you home and spank your ass all over again.”

  Her eyes went wide and she nodded.

  He waited in the office, his feet up on the desk. God that woman made him hard! He wanted to fuck her every day and it was hard for him to resist. But he had to hang on a little while longer. Soon, she would be completely his. He knew better than to short-circuit the schedule.

  She returned more than an hour later, looking flustered and angry. “Those assholes!”

  James knew at once she was referring to the unholy trinity of Nelson, Larsen and Robertson. “What did they try now?”

  “They got the votes they needed to move the company headquarters out of the country! They're putting it up for a vote at the next stockholder meeting.”

  James nodded. “Don't worry about it. Just give your speech about loving America and no stockholder would dare vote for it.”

  “I'm not so sure! You should've seen the charts and graphs Nelson displayed that showed it would cut overhead by thirteen percent! That's going to be hard for them to ignore.”

  “Hmm. Do you have any allies on the board?”

  “Well, yes, there's Dave Willey... and Rene Anatole, the Frenchman. Oh, and maybe Andrew Carbody.”

  “Don't you have any women on the board?”

  “Uh, no.”

  “Well, when it comes time to replace Nelson, maybe you'll add one.”

  “You think I have all this power, but I don't. The board knows I'm just Charles’ trophy wife, even if some agree with me. They don't take me seriously.” She paused. “And it didn't help that I could hardly sit still, what with my sore bottom and itchy nipples!”

  “What would you like to do about it? I mean, if you could do anything?”

  “I'd wish Charles was still alive. There's something to be said about letting your man handle things. I don't know how he did it.”

  “Well, we can't bring him back, as much as I know you'd like to. What else?”

  “Oh, I don't know. I just wish I didn't have to be the tough girl, making all these decisions that affect so many employees. I'm just not cut out for it.”

  “That's what Charles loved about you,” James told her. “He didn't want a hard-charging career woman at home. He liked you the way you were.”

  “Then why am I trying to be something I'm not? I should just resign!”

  “And what would happen to Charles’ company then?”

  Her face slowly collapsed. “I know. It would be ruined. I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't.”

  “Look, there are ways to reach both goals—that of keeping Charles’ company operating as he would have wished and letting go of responsibility. You just have to hang on a little while until you find the right solution.”

  “Like a sale, you mean?”

  He tipped his head. “Perhaps. If you could find the right company to buy it.”

  Her eyes grew bright. “Could you help me find such a company? One that is run by a man similar to my husband?”

  “I can try.” It wouldn't be so easy, James knew. Although she owned fifty-one percent, some of that was held in trust. If the board members could sway the trust executors, they could conceivably outvote her. He decided not to bring that point up right now, as Evelyn finally had hope. He agreed with her that she wasn't really cut out for this life. She wanted to be kept safe and be loved and let her man make all the hard decisions.

  James wanted to be that man.

  “Come, let's go home.”

  She nodded gratefully. “Good. I can't wait to get out of these clothes.”

  That gave James an idea. “Yes, I know you don't really like to wear clothes when it's warm, do you?”

  She looked startled. “Was that another secret Charles shared with you?”

  “Yes. I hope that was all right. Charles said you enjoyed showing off your body.”

  “But only to him! He was my husband!”

  “So you didn't do it when Thomas was around?”

  “No. I would only walk around on Thomas’ day off, which was Tuesday.”

  “Very well. I won't embarrass you too much.”

  Evelyn felt relieved. They drove home, sitting across from each other in the back of the limo. James raised the soundproof barrier to cut Paul out of their conversation.

  “I'd like to see your panties,” he said, out of the blue.

  “W-what?”

  “I want to see if you're wet.” He made it sound routine.

  “That's-that's none of your business! I'm not your wife, you're my personal assistant.”

  “Very well,” he said. “We'll deal with it when we get home.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means, I made a simple request and you refused. What would Charles do?”

  “You're not Charles!”

  “I know. But he asked me to give you what you needed. Don't you miss your, uh, interactions with him?”

  She flushed. “I miss him, period. And you are a... well, forgive me, but you're not a perfect substitute.”

  “I realize that. I told Charles as much. But it's all we've got, isn't it?”

  Evelyn shrugged and looked out the window. James didn't say anything else until Paul pulled up outside the mansion. He opened the door for them and they stepped out. James followed Evelyn inside the house and upstairs to her room.

  “Can't I have some privacy?” she asked him at the door.

  “No,” he said and followed her inside and shut the door behind him.

  He began removing her clothes and she struggled at first, but then gave in and let him strip her. Instead of picking out another outfit and helping her get dressed, James pulled her to the bed and began kissing her neck. It surprised her. She recoiled because he had never really acted like her lover before, but she was already aroused. It seemed she was often aroused around this demanding man.

  “What-what are you doing?” she asked when he moved his lips down to suck on a nipple. “Oh god!”

  He kissed her breasts and her neck and her lips and Evelyn soon became lost in arms. When he moved down to her damp pussy, she tried to stop him—and she wasn't sure why.

  “James, this seems wrong.”

  “Why? It's what you need, isn't it?”

  “Yes, but you're my... assistant, not my husband.”

  “I know, but you're not getting what you need from your husband, so I'm trying to help you. You need this.”

  That was certainly true. She lay back and let him tongue her most private part. She lolled there, the sensations shooting up into her stomach and breasts, and felt the first twinges of an orgasm approach.

  “Oh god,” she whispered.

  Her hips began to shake and she rose up to meet his thrusting tongue. Her thoughts became jumbled between James and Charles and for a moment, she thought she might lose her approaching climax. But then James eased his finger into her asshole and her climax returned, full force.

  “Oh god! Oh my god!” Her body exploded with the power of it and she shook. James immediately came up and hugged her, kissing her neck and telling her how beautiful she was. When she could finally speak, she said simply, “You're still dressed.”


  He remedied that at once, stripping off his clothes while she watched as his hard body came into view. It was the first time she had seen his body completely naked. The only other time they had made love was up against the door, his pants unzipped. She marveled at how young and strong he was compared to Charles and her body trembled.

  He came to her and climbed over her. Evelyn spread her legs for him, eager to experience passion again after so many months with her dying husband. She also felt she had his permission, as he had chosen James, not her. So she welcomed James into her arms and into her pussy. His hard cock slipped in easily and she gasped. It felt so much larger now, even compared to the last time.

  “Oh god,” she whispered.

  They didn't fuck, they made love, tenderly. He was the complete opposite of the man who had fucked her hard and fast up against the wall—and yet she had needed that then, just as she needed this now. James seemed to know her body better than she did.

  She climaxed once, quickly, and then again when his thrusts became more insistent. Her most powerful climax came when she felt him stiffen and push himself all the way inside her before exploding. She rode his climax into her own, hugging him tightly against her.

  When at last he rolled off of her, they both lay gasping for air.

  “That was, that was great,” he said.

  “God, I can't remember the last time I came so much,” she said and instantly felt bad for her late husband. “I mean, well, Charles was older and all...”

  He put his hand on her upper arm. “It's okay, I understand.”

  “He was a good man. He treated me very well.”

  “And now you're feeling guilty.”

  “Well, yeah, a little. I mean, he's only been dead for two months.”

  “I know what you need.” He grinned at her.

  She gasped as James rolled her over, grabbed her wrists and held them together with one hand. With the other, he began spanking her. It didn't hurt that much but it triggered in her an immediate descent into her subspace that she had felt so many times with Charles. He had been her true master and now James was filling that role admirably. She lay there, not struggling, as James spanked her bare bottom. She felt it grow red and she felt deliciously naughty. She spread her legs and wanted him to spank her pussy as well. She really wanted to be punished for enjoying her love-making with this new man.

  Her hands were freed and for a moment, she thought he was done. She looked up to see him climbing out of bed and frowned. She had just gotten started! But when he grabbed two sections of rope from the nightstand, she understood. She almost cried out , “Yes! Yes!” but said nothing, remaining in her subservient role as he rolled her over onto her back and tied her wrists to the headboard. He yanked the covers clear of her naked body and pulled the small cat o'nine tails from the nightstand.

  He held it up for her to see.

  “You deserve to be punished for enjoying yourself so much—and for not showing me your panties earlier.”

  She could only nod. How could he know her so well?

  He began to whip her breasts, not too hard at first, but increasing the blows until she was squirming and it really started to hurt. As if he knew, he moved his attention down to her pussy, ordering her to keep her legs apart—or else. She struggled to obey, the soft leather slapping on her bare mound and tender, well-fucked pussy.

  “Oh, god,” she moaned. “I'm so sorry.”

  “Don't be sorry. You need this.”

  He was right. She did need this. Charles used to whip her regularly as part of their love-making, which she supposed made her something of a pain slut. But the pain was never so severe as to damage her. It only inflamed her and made their coupling more intense. When he had gotten sick, he had been unable to play their little games and she had missed it. Now all those emotions came rushing back and she felt another, impossible orgasm rising within her.

  “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she babbled, her legs spread wide apart as James whipped her pussy, sending her hot juices splattering. Her hips began to shake and she was so close! Suddenly, he stopped and plunged his fingers into her sopping wetness and she came, hard, bringing her knees up, her entire body shaking.

  She lost consciousness for a few seconds or minutes, she wasn't sure. When she came to, her wrists were untied and James was holding her, telling her what a good girl she was. She snuggled into his arms, a sense of relief flowing through her that she hadn't felt in months.

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  Chapter Six

  Later, after she had showered and dressed and come down for dinner, she felt unsettled and yet completely satisfied. She felt the urge to talk it over with James, who sat across from her at the table. They were being served by Thomas, as usual, and she didn't want to speak in front of him. James seemed to read her mind, as usual.

  “Is there something on your mind, Evelyn?”

  She glanced over at Thomas. “Uh... no.”

  “Don't mind Thomas. He lived with you and Charles for years and probably knew a lot of secrets. Besides, he's already spanked you.”

  Evelyn flushed red when the image of her shame invaded her mind.

  “I think you have something you want to say.”

  “I'm just embarrassed, you know, to say it.”

  “Perhaps Thomas would like to see the marks I left on your breasts or pussy?”

  Her mouth dropped open and she felt another wave of heat in her face. “God!” She glanced over at Thomas but his expression remained inscrutable, as usual, although there did seem to be a bit of mirth in his eyes.

  James turned to the butler. “Thomas, did you know what was going on between Charles and Evelyn?”

  “Of course, sir. But for the madam's sake, I pretended not to notice.”

  “Why was that?”

  “She lived two lives and having me share in her, uh, private life would've embarrassed her. So I learned to look the other way.”

  Evelyn found herself nodding. She suspected that Thomas had been aware of the little games she and Charles had played. She had pretended he did not know as well as it gave her small comfort that her dark secrets were still hidden.

  “Isn't it better that it come out in the open, rather than play these games?”

  Evelyn looked over at Thomas and gave him a thin smile. “Uh, I don't know.”

  “It's entirely up to the missus, sir.”

  James smiled at being called “Sir.” They had come a long way in a few weeks.

  “No, it's not,” he responded. “It's up to me now.”

  She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “But ... but you're my employee! You have to do what I say!”

  “No, I don't. Remember, I'm being paid by Charles, not you.”

  “But I can fire you! I should fire you right now!”

  He nodded. “Yes, of course you can. That's your safe word, you see. Charles was insistent on that. And once you do, I'll leave and never come back.”

  That gave her pause.

  “You had a safe word with him as well, didn't you?”

  She nodded, remembering.

  “And how often did you use it?”

  “Never,” she whispered.

  “And why was that?”

  She glanced over at Thomas again, but felt compelled to answer. “Because he knew me so well, I never had to use it. He only took me as far as I needed to go.”

  “Exactly.”

  And she understood. Firing James was her safe word. But she certainly didn't need to use it now. She could wait and see just how far he would take her. And how attuned he was to her body, her needs. It was both exhilarating and frightening.

  And she never felt more alive.

  But James wasn't Charles—he never could be. She looked up at him. “But ... aren't I dishonoring my husband's memory?”

  “Your husband hired me. What do you think?”

  “It just seems so strange, you trying to be him.”

  “I'm not, act
ually. I do things differently, you just haven't seen it all yet.”

  “You do?”

  “Charles didn't let you wear panties, did he? But I like them. I think they make you sexier. Plus, when I take them off of you, you feel sexier.”

  Evelyn blushed, knowing Thomas was getting an earful. “God, James!”

  “That's another thing I'll be doing. I think this little charade you have with Thomas should end. If he hears you cry out, he should know it's because you're being spanked or fucked. He should know what kind of woman you are, don't you think?”

  She cut her eyes toward the butler and he tipped his head in acknowledgment. “So you've known ... everything?”

  He nodded. “Charles told me so I wouldn't worry when I heard you cry out. You were, on occasion, quite loud, ma'am.”

  “Oh god. Now I feel really embarrassed.”

  “You needn't be. Both Charles and Thomas protected you.”

  “Why aren't you protecting me like them?”

  “I'm just bringing things out into the open. No more hiding.”

  “What about Paul?” She turned to Thomas. “Did Paul know everything too?”

  Thomas shook his head. “Not as much because he doesn't live in the main house. That's why Charles preferred having a maid service come in once a week, instead of hiring a full-time maid. He didn't want too many people around, knowing his secrets.”

  She turned to James. “Are you going to want me to hire a maid? Or shall we keep things the same?”

  James knew her deferring to him represented a subtle change in their relationship. “I think we should keep things the same. We won't play our little games when the maids are here. Okay?”

  She nodded. “Good. Okay.”

  “Unless of course you really deserve it.”

  She blanched and smiled when she saw his grin. “Don't scare me like that.”

  “Your shyness is one area we'll have to work on,” James told her. “You are among friends here. You don't have to be ashamed of who you are.”

  “Okay. I guess that will take a bit of getting used to.”

  “Of course. Why don't we start now? Unbutton your blouse.”

  She swallowed hard and looked from Thomas to James. She knew she had the safe word—“You're fired”—anytime she needed it. And yet, she felt exhilarated and quite naughty. She had been pretending—she and Thomas both. Perhaps James was right.