Taming Jessica

by Ruby Harper

  "If you want to call it punishment, then we will. It doesn't matter what term we use, merely that you acknowledge your need for correction."

  Edward seemed cold and single-minded now. Something about him had become more confident in Jessica's willingness to serve him. He sensed that he could edge a little further.

  "I expect perfection, Jessica. Anything less disappoints me, and I find disappointment very difficult to deal with."

  "Of course, Mr Strickland. Of course." Jessica couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth. It was like she was powerless to argue with him, and she felt her inner thighs warming as she squeezed them together.

  Why the hell was she squeezing her thighs together? He had her. She was angry about how easily he'd done whatever he'd done, but he had her for sure.

  "I understand," she told him. "I do understand."

  "If I'm going to consider you for this job, Jessica, I need to be sure that you can behave. I suspect you might find that difficult at first, but I expect absolute obedience every moment that you're with me."

  What was it? What was he doing? Jessica had never felt this way about anyone, other than in wild fantasies about being dominated.

  "We ought to have a look at how you respond to correction. Lock the door, please, and then come and join me here."

  As Jessica turned the key in the office door, she wondered how far Edward would want to take things. She'd imagined this sort of situation so many times, but she'd never met anyone who actually did this stuff for real. On the face of it, Edward Strickland was just a normal guy. Wealthy and a bit entitled, but still pretty ordinary. But then it did all kind of make sense. Him wanting everything his own way. Needing someone around him who really understood what that meant. It made sense.

  What didn't quite make sense was Jessica's own reaction. Her feeling that she was already about to give into him. To whatever of his dominance he wanted to show her. Perhaps she'd given in too easily, although she did remind herself that she hadn't quite done that yet.

  As she walked back towards him, fixing her gaze on his, she found herself melting with anticipation. Perhaps she was a little too eager, even for him.

  "Slowly," he told her. "I want to watch you walking towards me."

  She kept her eyes focused. Concentrated on her posture. Smiled a little inside at the fact that the only part of her that Edward was watching was her eyes. His wasn't the kind of domination that happens in chain-filled dungeons. He was dominating her mind first of all. Starting from the outside in and relishing the power he already had over her.

  "Come stand here, Jessica. You're going to apologize for the standard of your work, and you're going to ask me to correct you."

  Oh lordy. She knew this stuff. She'd imagined this stuff. But suddenly everything had gone out of her head and she couldn't focus.

  What to say?

  "I'm not sure what to say," she told him, trying to hint that she'd like some guidance.

  "Jessica," he said calmly, the merest hint of frustration beginning to show, "I've been clear. You apologise for your errors and you ask me to correct you."

  How ridiculous was this situation? None of her friends would believe her if she told them about it. They certainly wouldn't believe that she was letting Edward Strickland order her around.

  Jessica held her hands behind her back. Stood at the side of Edward, knowing that although she was standing over him she was absolutely in his power.

  "Mr Strickland. I'm sorry for the errors on my typing test. I appreciate that you expect perfection. I know that now. Mr Strickland, will you punish me?"

  "Please," Edward added, seconds before Jessica repeated it back to him.

  Jessica's heart was racing. There really was no secret punishment cell located under the desk. Nothing to suggest any kind of S&M equipment. Hell, she didn't even know whether or how it might hurt to be punished.

  "We'll keep things simple for now, I think," he told her. "I have access to special places if you need more than I can provide you with here. But for now, we'll be fine here."

  "Panties down, please, and then lift your skirt and place yourself over my lap."

  "Oh no. I didn't mean..."

  Of course that had been what he'd expect. Jessica felt stupid for not having realised. But that wasn't just about pain. That was about intimacy, and he was sure to notice how wet she'd become before he'd even come near to touching her.

  Edward Strickland took a gamble on ignoring her protest and simply repeated his instruction. He told himself that this wasn't the time for compromise. Not when he'd got her so far.

  "Panties down, please, and then lift your skirt and place yourself over my lap."

  And then, as if to assure himself of how far he could push things.

  "You may leave, Jessica, or you may comply. That decision is yours, but I can assure you that I won't engage in a silly back and forth game. That isn't how I work."

  Jessica couldn't help but scowl at him.

  "And I certainly won't have you pulling faces at me. Ask me again, Jessica, and then present yourself."

  For a moment, Jessica genuinely considered walking out. No-one would have criticised her, and she'd have something perfect to giggle with her friends over. But she couldn't. She couldn't let herself. All that she could do, as if totally in his power, was to stand in front of him, pull down her underwear, lift her skirt and ask him again to punish her. She even remembered to say please without him reminding her.

  Edward took a moment or two to enjoy Jessica's discomfort, watching her blushes and seeing how uneasy she looked awaiting her fate. She was everything he imagined having. Beautiful, curvy and feisty enough for her to present a little challenge on occasion. More than that, though, she understood power. She understood his power, and she seemed to understand a little of why it was important.

  It was clearly important to her too. He couldn't help but notice the wetness at the top of her thighs.

  He held his right hand up a little, gesturing for her to move into position. He would have liked to have reassured her. To take her gently at first, perhaps, but something about Jessica suggested that she could take more than she imagined.

  He felt Jessica wriggle into place. Moved her forward just a little so that her ass sat higher in the air. More of her softness in the place where the palm of his hand would land the hardest.

  "I expect to hear your appreciation, Jessica. Thank me each time and let me know that you're grateful for my attention."

  This was, undoubtedly, about to happen. Jessica felt the air above her ass change as Edward's hand swept down to spank her.

  Thwack.

  "Thank you Mr Strickland."

  Thwack

  "Thank you Mr Strickland."

  Again and again. Twelve or fifteen, perhaps. Each harder than the one right before it. Jessica couldn't count. Occasionally he would stop and rub his hands across her cheeks as if to soothe her before beginning again.

  Jessica felt his left hand brush underneath her, his fingers wandering towards her pussy.

  "Mr Strickland, no. Please."

  "No? Really?" he teased her, "You really don't want me to touch your pussy? Are you sure about that, Jessica? I've noticed how very wet you are for me."

  He didn't leave time for her to respond properly. Moved his hand away and raised his other to start spanking her again.

  Jessica cried out to him. Hell, if he'd already noticed her wetness, there wasn't much point trying to hide it now.

  "No. Please. Please touch me," she begged him. "I need you to touch me."

  "Too late," he told her.

  "Compliance is so important. You're going to learn that. If you resist, I'll try something different. You'll learn to comply eventually.

  "Are you telling me that you'd like me to consider touching your pussy, Jessica?"

  She nodded quietly. Too quietly.

  "Strip for me. I want to look at y
ou naked before I decide."

  This time, he really did look at her. At every part of her. He allowed his eyes to wander to every one of her curves. He did nothing to try to hide his pleasure. He made sure that she noticed his eyes lingering on the places he enjoyed the most.

  "Go stand by the door, Jessica. Stand right in front of the door and raise your arms. Let me see you standing tall with your curves displayed for me."

  Jessica obeyed him, trying desperately not to feel ridiculous about presenting herself this way in a meeting that had begun as a job interview.

  "Open your legs a little so I can see the wetness from your pussy."

  Jessica adjusted her pose a little, moving her hips forward to present herself to him.

  "What is it, I wonder, that's made you so wet today?" he asked, to himself and to her.

  "You, Mr Strickland. You've made me this way," she told him, quickly lowering her eyes in shame.

  "Touch yourself," he instructed her. "Keep your left hand above your head and use your right to reach down to your pussy. Tell me. Does that feel good?"

  Jessica nodded. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this aroused. Had she been alone, she'd have taken herself to orgasm pretty quickly. She wondered if Edward would like to watch that. If he might like to command her to come for him.

  He walked towards her, his eyes moving from her pussy to her tits. Objectifying her. The moment he reached her, he swept both hands across her nipples, smiling at their hardness. Her whole body was revealing her arousal. There was nothing hidden from him, and the truth was that Jessica had no desire at all to keep anything secret.

  Edward placed his index finger gently along the length of Jessica's pussy. Applying sufficient pressure for her to feel its presence but stopping short of enough to allow her to orgasm. He felt her moving towards him. Wanting more than he was prepared to give. Moaning as he moved a little further to prevent her from taking more pleasure that he wanted to allow.

  Her left hand moved away from the wall very slightly. As it caught his eye, he threw his own arm up to keep hers in place.

  He was strong. She knew that now, as her arm softened to his touch. He opened his right hand and cupped the whole of it across her pussy.

  "So wet," he whispered. "So very, very wet."

  "Are we comfortable now? Do you think you can hold there for me so we can talk?"

  Jessica nodded. Sighed. Tried to move herself further onto his hand and felt him resisting her again.

  "You'll recognise now why this position has been difficult to fill, Jessica. It requires quite a unique set of skills. I'm very pleased that you seem so well suited. So in tune with my expectations.

  "You understand the salary level, don't you? I went a little higher than usual to make sure I could attract the best."

  Jessica nodded and sighed. This was the strangest recruitment negotiation ever.

  "You'll belong to me. Accompany me during business hours and make sure that everything's ordered and correct. You understand now what happens when it isn't?"

  Another nod. Jessica wanted to ask questions too. She wanted to ask for an orgasm, but she wanted to ask him to fuck her too. He had her right on the brink of losing control and he knew it.

  "You'll serve me personally as well as professionally, Jessica, and you're going to help me turn things around here. I'll make sure you're properly provided for, and you'll have everything you need to meet my standards.

  "Does that sound good, Jessica?"

  He moved his hand almost imperceptibly, resting it just a little more firmly across her pussy.

  Of course that sounded good. Nothing like she'd expected, and nothing she'd ever be able to share with another soul, but good nevertheless.

  How to phrase it carefully...

  How to show that she knew her place in all things, and to let him know that she wanted him to take whatever parts of her he could make use of.

  "Will you use me fully, Mr Strickland?"

  "Well, there's a question for our first day! You're more eager than I'd realised."

  Edward laughed at her affectionately, before offering a little clarity.

  "As with all things, our situation will arise from what you're willing to offer as well as the things I'm keen to take from you. You'll learn, eventually, to anticipate my needs and to make yourself available to me. The dress code for this morning was the very first step towards that.

  "You needn't worry. Things will make sense eventually."

  "But now? Today? I wondered if you might today, Mr Strickland?"

  "Are you asking me whether I'd like to, or are you making a request for your own pleasure, Jessica? I think it's important that we're clear."

  Jessica squirmed on his hand. His authority arousing her further again. Everything about him represented control to her now, and she found herself becoming hotter for him.

  "I'm making a request, I guess," she told him. "I'm not sure I can last out if you don't take me soon."

  Adding pressure to his hand, he moved his thumb across to catch her clit.

  "I do want you to know something, Jessica. Something quite fundamental. And I want you to think carefully before you agree.

  "Jessica, so much of our arrangement will depend on trust. And as part of that you're going to need to trust me with some very intimate decisions. The most important being that I'll take charge of all of your orgasms. I'll make sure that you're allowed to have them when they're genuinely needed, but I shall expect you to earn them. That's very important."

  Jessica would give anything to have one right now. The thought that Edward had given to all of this was almost unnerving. Like everything was so clear in his mind and still so adrift in hers.

  "I want to watch you crawl for me. I have one or two things like this. Things I'll expect you to learn. We'll start with this, and if you progress well then we'll consider your orgasm again.

  "Now, you're going to kneel."

  She followed him as his words formed such erotic thoughts in her mind. Nothing could have prepared her for this level of arousal. Nothing could have prepared her for the expectation that she'd be placed on the floor, kneeling naked for a man who was about to become her boss.

  He moved away from her. Watching.

  "Listen carefully," he told her. "Remember I'm looking for perfection."

  "Keep your ass in the air as you crawl. Curve your back a little so that your pussy's clearly displayed for me. Your head up unless I tell you otherwise.

  "And then you crawl slowly. If you need it later, we'll find you a collar and I'll walk you on a lead. But for now you have a little freedom.

  "Now," he told her as he stood back further. "I wonder how a girl like you might present herself if she really wanted to orgasm. I'm not sure I'm quite seeing that yet."

  Jessica immediately began her first attempts to entice him. Presenting her pussy to him. Lifting her head a little further so he could see her tits hard and every bit as desperate for his touch. She opened her mouth, wide, wishing that she'd had the time and the foresight to re-apply her lipstick before they'd begun. She would learn, she knew. So had so much to learn.

  She crawled after him until he was seated back at the desk and she was kneeling on the floor beneath him.

  "Up on the desk, I think, Jessica. I'd like to look at you properly before we finish for the day.

  He sat her on the desk, positioning himself directly in front of her. His eyeline just a little higher than her pussy as he opened her legs and enjoyed looking at it presented just inches away from him.

  He inserted one finger. Then a second.

  "You're a little tighter than I'd expected, Jessica. You're going to have to learn to relax if you want to take my cock inside you.

  "Play a little for me. Let me watch how you play."

  This was perhaps the most vulnerable thing of all. Showing Edward the things she enjoyed in her most intimate moments alone.

 
She started, as he had himself, with one finger and then two. He moved her legs a little to open them wider. "I need a clear view," he told her. "If I'm going to fuck you, I need to see it clearly first."

  So it was a genuine possibility. He might decide that he wanted that from her.

  She tried to consider his pleasure as well as her own. She'd learned enough already to know that pleasing himself was top of his agenda. She opened herself up to him, sitting there naked on his desk, watching his eyes as he stared intently at her most secret of places.

  "You have a beautiful cunt, Jessica."

  She flinched as she heard him use that word.

  "Oh, you like that, don't you? Your tight little cunt ready to please me any time I decide."

  Jessica felt herself losing control.

  "Will you be deciding today, Mr Strickland? Will you decide to use me today?"

  Jessica's eyes widened as she watched him unfasten his zip. As soon as he opened his pants, his huge hard cock bounced out to greet her, making her catch her breath at the size of it. She almost feared him now, wondering whether she'd be able to take him properly.

  "Can you imagine having my cock inside you, Jessica? Can you imagine how well-filled you'll feel?"

  He stroked himself carefully, hardening still.

  "I'm not sure I can. I'm not sure I can take something so big. I've never..."

  "Shhh. He told her. We can go slowly at first. If you've never had anything this size before, you won't know whether you can take it or not."

  He stood from his chair, removing his shirt and letting his pants drop to the floor. As he moved towards her, he grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and making her moan for him. As he let his kisses wander down her neck and towards her tits, she felt herself moving towards him. Shifting herself so that his cock had easy access to her.

  His mouth found its way to her nipples, teasing them gently at first and then taking them more passionately as he began to bite them a little. First one and then the other. Using his fingers and his mouth to make sure that both were hardened in a way that Jessica couldn't remember experiencing before.