The Interview - Complete Series

by Lucia Jordan

  No, this time I chose to do that on my own. She glanced at Christopher’s classically handsome face, and melted a little inside. Best decision I ever made, too.

  Once Christopher showed the last of his project associates to the elevator he returned to his office and closed the door. “You made quite an impression, Miss Easton.”

  “Decent coffee, too, apparently. I think they drank about three gallons.” She carried the tray of cups over to the serving cart sent up for the meeting. “Should I call Housekeeping to come and remove the extra chairs?”

  “It’s after five. They’re already gone for the day,” he told her and held out his hand. “Come here.”

  Lacey moved around the chairs to walk to him. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks as his gaze shifted from her face to the hem of her knee-length gray skirt and back up to the high collar of her long-sleeved white silk blouse. Her professional duties ended at 5 p.m. Then, she became Christopher Wolfe’s private plaything. Shifting from professional to personal never failed to thrill her. When she reached him, she stopped and waited in silence. She knew he could see how her breasts moved with her quickening breaths.

  “I saw how the director kept looking at you,” he murmured as he moved around to stand behind her. “He seemed mesmerized by you.” He removed the combs holding her smooth French twist in place, and spread the long waves over her back. “And he definitely appreciated your lovely ass.” He splayed his hand over one of her buttocks, squeezing the it before turning her to face him. “But he stared at this for the longest time.” He pressed his fingertip against the trembling curves of her lips. “Why do you think he was so interested in your mouth?”

  She peeped up at him, trying to gauge his mood. “I don’t know, sir.”

  “I do.” He tipped her head back and lowered his mouth to cover hers, kissing her slowly before he caught her lower lip between his teeth and let it slide free. “He was thinking of how it would feel to kiss it. How you would taste on his tongue. How it would look wrapped around his cock.”

  “Maybe that’s what you were thinking.”

  “You know I can’t look at your pretty mouth when we’re working.” He took hold of her hand and brought it to the long bulge under the front of his trousers. “Or everyone would know what I’m thinking.”

  “And we have to keep it strictly professional during office hours,” she said, dutifully repeating the rule he had given her for their working relationship.

  “That’s right.” Christopher walked backward, bringing her with him to the chair where the convention director had occupied and sat down, guiding her to perch on his thigh. “Open your blouse, Miss Easton.”

  Lacey slowly unbuttoned the front of the silky garment, tugging the hem free of her skirt and exposing the satin chemise she wore beneath it.

  Christopher drew the blouse over her shoulders and tugged it off, letting it fall to the carpet. “What’s this?” He ran his fingers over the pointed peak of one breast. “Your nipples are hard.”

  “Yes, sir.” Excitement made her squirm a little on his thigh.

  He pressed a kiss on the swell of her breast. “Show them to me.”

  Lacey pulled up the white satin, baring her flushed breasts and their tight red tips. She gasped when he leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth.

  Sucking her pebbly aureola made his erection even harder. She could feel the swelling girth against her thigh. What Lacey didn’t know was what would happen next. Sometimes Christopher would kiss and fondle and play with her for another hour. Other nights, he immediately put her on his desk or dragged her down on the floor and made her take every inch of his penis, working it in and out of her fast and deep.

  Christopher let her nipple slip from his mouth he drew back. “Did you like that the director wanted you?”

  Lacey wasn’t sure how to answer him. Was he actually jealous? “I’m sure he was only joking, sir.”

  “Every man who looks at you wants you. They dream of stripping you down and putting their hands all over that white skin of yours. They would give anything to spread your legs and fuck you.” He cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple. “Just like me.”

  “But they can’t have me.” Hoping to reassure him, she thrust her breast against his palm. “Only you can… and you love knowing that.”

  “You’re being very cheeky today.” He pinched her nipple and tugged her closer. “Are you trying to provoke me?”

  “No, sir.” She shivered. Her eyelids drooped as he moved his hand along the inside of her thigh.

  Christopher pressed his fingers against the crotch of her panties. She knew they were damp. “You’re wet. Is this for him, or for me?”

  “It’s you, Mr. Wolfe. It’s always you.”

  “You knew he was looking at you. You enjoyed it,” he said.

  “I did.” Lacey never minded men watching her. She knew her coloring made her stand out. The attention made her feel attractive. “It didn’t mean anything.”

  “Is that what you think?” He pushed her to her feet. “Take off your skirt.”

  As he watched, Lacey unbuttoned and unzipped. She let the skirt slide around her ankles before she stepped out of it.

  “You need a reminder of who you belong to.” Christopher took her hand and pulled her beside him. “Bend over my lap.”

  This wasn’t something they’d done before. Lacey suddenly felt very nervous. “Please, Mr. Wolfe, I—.”

  “Do it, now or I won’t let you come for a week.”

  Lacey draped herself over his thighs.

  Christopher used his free hand to rub her ass. “I’ve been so busy fucking you that I’ve neglected your discipline.” He tugged down her panties, exposing her. “I can’t have that.”

  “I’m sorry, sir.” Lacey should have felt afraid but she said, “Maybe I should start going home at five for a while.”

  “You’re not going anywhere.” Christopher’s hand came down hard on her ass. The sharp, unexpected sting made her yelp. “No. You’re going to stay right where you are and take what I give you.”

  Lacey cried out as he began spanking her, his hand rising and falling in short, hard slaps. At first the punishment made tears spill from her eyes and sobs burst from her lips. Soon, she felt a growing heat between her thighs that made her sex feel as if it were swelling. She felt the seep of her own wetness and the pounding of her heart as the strange excitement streaked through her.

  “Please, Mr. Wolfe,” she begged him. “Please, I’ll stay.”

  Christopher stopped spanking her and reached between her thighs, running his finger along her folds before he pushed it past the plump wetness and penetrated her sheath. “Why is your pussy soaked like this?” When she didn’t answer, him he drew his finger out of her and pulled her upright to face him. “Look at me. Now.”

  “Yes, sir.” Lacey blinked away the last of her tears. She couldn’t stop her lower lip from trembling as she met his stern gaze.

  “Why did this excite you? Don’t lie to me. This is important.”

  “I don’t know why I’m like this. It makes me feel ashamed, but… it made me feel other things, too.” Those feelings were starting to well up inside her, so hot and fast that she had to swallow a new sob. “Am I wrong to feel this way?”

  “No.” He caressed her sore ass. “Has anyone ever punished you with a spanking? Your parents or a teacher at school?” When she shook her head, he gathered her close and tucked her face against his neck. “So I’m the first. Okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

  Lacey liked the way he was stroking her hair. The wild throbbing between her legs made it hard to sit still. She wanted him so badly she thought she might start crying again. He lifted her chin and kissed her again, so gently she felt only a whisper of his lips over hers. She curled her hands around his neck as she kissed him back, whimpering against his mouth as she rubbed her aching breasts over his chest.

  Christopher scooped her up in his arms, carried her to the wide sofa he’d
recently had installed, and lowered her onto her back. He watched her as he began taking off his clothes. “I’ll bet you’ve always wrapped every man in your life around your little finger. That’s why you’re so restless. You only work temporary jobs and have no long-term relationships. That’s why you’re testing me now.”

  She wrapped her arms over her breasts. “I don’t want to fight with you, sir.”

  “I know. You go out of your way to avoid conflict. I thought it was part of your desire to submit but it’s really something else.” Now naked, Christopher came to couch and pulled her legs apart to kneel between them. “You can’t control me, Miss Easton. Not with sweetness or obedience or provocation.” He tugged her arms away from her breasts and bound her wrists together with his tie before he pushed her hands over her head. “Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, sir.” She looked down between the swollen, pointed mounds of her breasts and saw the thick shaft of his penis between her legs. She licked her lips as she saw the gleaming pearl of semen glistening on the broad dome of his cockhead. “I’m sorry I made you angry, Mr. Wolfe.”

  “I’m not angry with you. I’m mastering you.” He put his hands under her hips, cradling her sore buttocks as he lifted her sex to the tip of his penis. “It’s not an act or a game.” He breached her with a single thrust, lodging his slick, swollen cock inside her. “This is you and me. This is what’s real.”

  Lacey groaned as he inched into her, his shaft gliding back and forth with tiny strokes. His girth pushed into her until he had given her half his length. Then, slowly he drew out. She clenched her fingers, her breath bursting from her lips when he thrust again. Once more, he only made her take half of the heavy, delicious weight of him before slowly pulled his cock from her. He went on with the teasing fuck, his cock moving in and out so gradually that she began to shake from the need for more of him.

  “I can do this for hours,” he murmured, his fingers gripping the sore curves of her ass, his short strokes growing shallower and slower until he merely worked his cockhead in and out of her wet, clenching folds. “If you ever push me again, I will keep you from coming until you can’t think of anyone but me. For you, there isn’t anyone else.”

  Tonight he had taken away every ounce of control she had. It frightened her but made her feel as if she were his entire world. He was right, this made everything real. “Yes, Mr. Wolfe.”

  Christopher shifted her legs up around his waist and reached down to cover her breasts with his hands. “Now take this hard cock, my anytime slut.” He plowed into her in one fast, deep stroke, skewering her on his full length. “Take all of it. Yes, just where you need it.”

  Lacey cried out as he recoiled and pushed into her again. The powerful thrust sent a shockwave of sensation flooding through her from pelvis to throat. And then he was fucking her deeper and faster, punishing her and loving her at the same time, his powerful strokes pistoning in and out of her with so much force her breasts bounced out of his grip.

  “Feel me inside you,” he panted as he groaned into her spasming depths. “I’m the only man who fucks you. The only cock in your pussy. The only master you obey. Do you understand me?”

  She was shaking so hard now her teeth almost chattered. “Yes, sir.”

  Christopher drove his penis so deep he grazed her cervix. She felt his thumb penetrate her ass and begin pushing in and out in time with his strokes. She arched up, whimpering. He bent his head and took her nipple between his lips, scoring the throbbing peak with the edge of his teeth.

  He wrenched his head up to stare down at her. “Come on my cock now, little slut. Give it all to me.”

  Lacey couldn’t stop the scream that burst from her or the massive orgasm that exploded inside her. For a moment, she was plunged into pleasure so extreme that she nearly blacked out. She felt Christopher’s cock jerking deep inside her, the jets of his come filling her pussy to overflowing. The silky warmth drew her out of the passionate darkness and back into her shivering, sweat-slick body.

  Christopher collapsed on top of her and tugged them both over until they lay on their sides, their cheeks pressed together, their heaving breaths mingling. He kissed her brow and her eyelids and the arch of her upper lip before he looked into her eyes. “Do we understand each other now, Lacey?”

  “I know we do.” She tucked her face against his neck. “Master.”

  *

  “I thought you were going to stand me up,” Sarah Tate teased as Lacey hurried over to her table in the coffee shop. “Rough night?”

  “Couldn’t sleep.” Lacey smothered a yawn as Sarah waved down the waitress. “Coffee and a cherry Danish, please?”

  “I have great news,” her friend said once they were alone. “Jack’s divorce is official. Finally we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

  “That’s wonderful.” Lacey felt a special affinity with Sarah, who had been involved for some time with her boss, Jack Wilkes, in Accounting.Lacey had discovered the affair a few weeks back when she’d caught them having sex in Jack’s office. “What’s the first thing you’re going to do as a couple?”

  “You mean, after we have sex in every room of his house?”

  They laughed together but as they chatted about the new phase of Sarah’s relationship Lacey felt rather wistful. She couldn’t tell Sarah or anyone that she was involved with Christopher. At first, it had felt like concealing a deliciously naughty secret. After the emotionally-charged mastery session last night, however, she wished she could talk to her friend about the tangled snarl of her feelings for the boss she respected and the man with whom she was head over heels in love.

  “Enough about me and my guy,” Sarah said. “What’s going on with you? Is Mr. Wolfe giving you a hard time?”

  If only I could tell you how often. “No, he’s been great. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

  “You know you can tell me anything, Lace. I won’t repeat it.” Her gaze shifted and she frowned. “What is she doing here?”

  Lacey glanced back and saw Nora Bonner heading toward them. “Maybe we should go.”

  “No, I want to hear this.” As Christopher’s former assistant joined them, Sarah smiled. “Hi, Nora. You look fabulous. Get a new job selling used cars for Daddy?”

  “Shut your mouth, Tate.” Nora stared down at Lacey. “It was you, wasn’t it? You nosy bitch.”

  “Watch your mouth,” Sarah said.

  “Excuse me?”

  “My photographer friend told me he saw Christopher with a redhead at that pervert party. It had to be you. You’re the one who got me fired.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Miss Bonner,” Lacey said.

  “You’re a liar and I will get even with you if it’s the last thing I ever do.”

  “Wow. Delusional much?” Her gaze shifted to Lacey’s face. “Oh, my God. You did get her fired. Let me order some champagne.”

  “She’s just mad because I took her job and she doesn’t like me.”

  “Uh-huh.” Sarah looked unconvinced. “And how often do you party with perverts?”

  “Never.” She had to get away from that topic before she inadvertently let something slip, so she added, “Can I ask you something about you and Jack?”

  Instantly distracted by her favorite subject, Sarah’s eyes lit up. “Sure.”

  “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” When her friend nodded, Lacey smiled a little. “When did you know? When did you tell him?”

  “I’m not a love-at-first-sight gal, but it was close,” Sarah admitted. “Maybe a week after doing it in the elevator. And the back seat of his car. And this little motel across town… Yeah, definitely by then.”

  Lacey chuckled. “When did you tell him?”

  “I almost didn’t. Jack’s ex really did a number on him. Plus, I worked for him. There was a lot about him I didn’t understand at first until he opened to me about what he wanted. Suddenly, it didn’t seem like an issue anymore so I told him how I felt. And that was th
e first time we had sex in his office.”

  “So you told him at work.” Lacey bit her bottom lip. “Wasn’t he worried about, I don’t know, keeping things professional?”

  “We’re pretty sneaky, actually. You’re the only one who’s ever caught us.” Sarah patted Lacey’s hand. “Don’t worry about it. Love is crazy and unpredictable and scary. When the right guy comes along, you’ll know. And you’ll tell him when you’re ready.”

  *

  Several days after talking with Sarah, Lacey arrived at the office before dawn to catch up on her transcription. She needed the time to work up her nerve for what she had planned.

  She knew she was in love with Christopher and felt sure he had deep feelings for her. He’d been completely different since the night he’d spanked her. The sex was just as hot but now he lavished her with praise and affection. Sometimes, he held her for hours afterward.

  Lacey was sure they didn’t have to divide themselves between the professional and the personal anymore. After all, Sarah and her boss had made it work. Several times she had tried to talk to Christopher about it but he’d either change the subject or tell her they’d discuss it later. Now she was convinced the only way to take the next step was to show Christopher that they could make this particular merger happen.

  All Lacey had to do was cross the one line left between them.

  The elevator dinged, surprising her, and she looked up to see Christopher arriving an hour early.

  “Good morning, Mr. Wolfe.” Lacey took a deep breath before she smiled brightly. “I put the messages from the answering service on your desk and pulled the files for your meeting with the comptroller at noon.”

  He went directly into his office without looking at her and closed the door.

  Lacey frowned. Even on his busiest days Christopher paused to get a cup of coffee and talk over the day’s schedule with her. She knew he wasn’t angry with her. They’d had a wonderful session last night — and now they had a whole hour alone to themselves. Maybe this will be easier than I thought.

  She filled a cup from the pot of coffee she’d just made and carried it with her as she knocked once on his door and stepped inside. Christopher was standing behind his desk and sorting through the mail, and this time barely glanced at her. “What now?”