by S. L. Siwik
“Sure,” I reply with half-closed eyes. “Tomorrow we’ll do your review. No more vacations without you, baby.”
“Okay. Good night, Blaze,” she whispers in my ear before kissing me again. I’m so exhausted that I can’t even walk her to her door.
“Daniel,” my words slur out. “Please make sure Victoria arrives to her door safely.”
“Yes, sir.”
I slump over into the comfortable leather as my eyes close. A while later, Daniel helps me out of the car in my groggy state and into my house. He lets me fall down onto my bed and tells me that he’ll see me in the morning. I fall asleep a second later…only to dream of my Victoria.
The next day, Blaze looks better rested as I walk into the office. His smile is brighter, and his eyes are shining with their usual color.
“Good morning, Mr. Townsend,” I greet.
“Victoria,” his tongue caresses my name. “Let’s get this work done.”
“Yes, because then we have the review this afternoon,” I reply.
He glances away quickly. “Yes, the review…well, let’s get busy.”
I sit down at my desk and power through the day.
I glance up at the clock to read 4:30. We always do our review at the end of the day. Nervous butterflies flap in my stomach as I try to calm myself down. I can’t mess this up, because Kendall and I need this too badly. Who knows when Blaze will end this other deal? I need income that I can count on, not hundreds thrown at me for blow jobs.
“Miss Wright, please come in,” he calls from the intercom.
I take a deep cleansing breath and gather my material for my review. Don’t mess this up. Kendall deserves this. I walk into his office.
Leaning back in his oversized leather chair with his hands folded on his lap, he says, “Present your case to me, Miss Wright.”
I stare at him squarely in the eye. “Sir, I want a twenty thousand dollars a year pay raise.”
He coughs. “That’s quite a hike.”
I refuse to back down. “It is, sir, but I am fully prepared to show you why I’m deserving of that amount.”
He nods. “Very well.”
I open the folder, placing the booklet down onto his desk that he picks up. “This is the average salary here in New York for my position. As you can see, I’m almost below the average. However, if you look at the amount of work I do, all other businesses that make the same amount of revenue as Townsend Realty Corporation. have two secretaries on staff to handle the workload, not one. So, in essence, I am doing the same amount of work as two people.”
Mr.Townsend looks over the book I put together of all other business in the area that make around the same amount as his business and the size of their support staff. I just happened to place his step-brother’s business at the top of the list. Completely by accident, of course.
“Not only that, sir, but a man as well-known as you are, loyalty is a difficult trait to come by. I am sure that you will agree that I have proved myself beyond a doubt loyal.”
His eyes narrow. “Are you blackmailing me, Miss Wright?”
I blink in shock before composing myself. “Not at all, Mr. Townsend. I’m simply reminding you that in this city, loyalty is a rare commodity, and that I believe you will be hard pressed to find another me. Good secretaries take a while to find, even longer to break in.”
He frowns. “I understand all that you’ve said, but twenty thousand is too steep of a raise for one year. How about three thousand?”
I shake my head. “The last pages in the packet are all of the projects that I have worked on in the last year, and the revenue it grossed for you. I can clearly handle large, complicated transactions.”
He leafed through the pages before tossing the booklet down. “Thirty-five hundred.”
Anger takes over me, and I march over to him. “I deserve the twenty thousand. I’ve worked my ass off for it.”
“I say you don’t,” he replies coolly.
Pure instinct takes over, and I revert back to my old ways. If I can’t argue a point, I try to force my way by seduction. I plant myself into his lap, grinding myself against him hard. “Give me the damn raise!” I growl in frustration.
Blaze inhales sharply, his hands grasping my sides. His eyes are the most brilliant green I have ever seen. “Earn it.”
“Maybe it’s time I took that offer from your brother and started working for him. I’m sure he’d give me the pay raise,” I say as I grind my body into his erection mercilessly.
“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.” He holds on to my waist tighter.
“Try me. I need that raise, Mr. Townsend. If you won’t give it to me, then I’ll have to go somewhere else,” I say.
His eyes roll back as his lips part while I jiggle my ass, brushing back and forth against his cock. “Give me what I need...”
He clenches his jaw. “Five thousand is my final offer.”
I stand up quickly, pulling my skirt back down. “I’m sorry to hear you say that. I guess I have some offers on the table to think about.”
He stands up. “Other men want to steal you?”
I work on keeping my composure. The intensity rolling off his frame is a little intimidating. I have never seen ‘angry Blaze’ before.
“I have been pursued by other businesses since the first year I worked for you. I have always turned them down, though. But, it seems I need to now reconsider them.”
He walks over to me with furious eyes. My heart races as I realize I’m not sure what he is about to do. In that moment, I feel pure panic as I stand there frozen in place. It’s an old wound, connected to painful memories of my childhood and seeing my father walking through the door drunk. The fear, panic, and anxiety I used to feel in those few fleeting steps before my father took off his belt to hit me.
He grabs my arm, and flings me into the desk. I brace myself, catching my fall as I lay across his desk. He comes up behind me, shoving himself into my ass. I groan at the feel of his erection pressing against my body.
“You don’t want to go,” he murmurs seductively in my ear.
“Give me what I need, and I won’t,” I reply.
“Oh, I’ll give you what you need.” He grabs my leg, lifting it up onto his desk. His hand then trails along my leg as he cups my ass cheek in his palm before giving it a tight squeeze. I gasp as his finger slips underneath my panties. He continues rubbing himself against me as his fingers rub my clit.
I groan loudly. “Mr. Townsend!”
“This is in appreciation for all your hard work. Being a big fuckin’ tease day in and day out,” he growls in my ear, a mixture of anger, frustration, and desire.
“Oh, yeah? And what are you?” I spit back, “You are the biggest tease I have ever met! Five years I’ve worked for you and nothing except a lot of fuckin’ scarfs!”
He grinds his hips into me harder, his fingers stroking against my sex. My heart races so loudly I can hear it in my ears bent over his desk. Blaze slips a finger inside me, and my back arches, as I shove my ass hard against him. His finger slides in and out of me, stroking my core, as his thumb rubs against my clit. He grabs my breast with his other hand as he tilts his pelvis, sliding against me.
“Mr. Townsend, you have to stop, because…” I couldn’t finish the statement as the intense rush overcomes me. I grip the desk tightly as I wail out, the pleasure overwhelming.
“That’s what you needed,” he growls in my ear, “A good orgasm to calm you down.”
I hear the sound of his pants unzipping, and my body tenses in shock. Is this what we’ve come to? Fucking during work on his desk with the door unlocked? Yesterday, I could maybe justify with his two week absence. But, this? We’re in the middle of my damn salary negotiation. What the hell is going on?
In one hard thrust, he’s filling me. All I can smell, hear, feel, and see is Blaze.
His pace is fast, no sooner thrusting inside me completely than pulling out. My fingers nails are digging into the mahogany wood of h
is desk as my body is slammed into the desk from the intensity of his thrusts.
As he slams into me, my lungs fill with air and deflate the moment he pulls out.
I try to get a good grip with my hands to meet his thrusts, to push back, but it’s no use. He is too strong, using all of his force. He is overpowering me, and all I can do is take what he is giving. I also know that I have lost the battle. Blaze won’t respect me as a secretary, as a working woman, and will never look at my worth honestly again. I ruined that the night I entered this arrangement with him. Now I’m just pussy at his disposal. This whole nonsense that he’s doing right now- trying to claim me- is nothing more than a man not wanting to lose his new toy. My heart breaks into a million pieces. Blaze will never be mine. Tears spring to my eyes. As he continues slamming his body into mine, taking me to new heights of pleasure, the drops roll down my cheeks and onto the desk.
My breathing is ragged now as sweat beads at my forehead and down my back.
“Goddamn it, Victoria, come!” He growls at me.
Furious that he’s demanding my release, I shout back, “I’ll come when I’m good and ready! You’ll have to fuckin’ wait for it!”
He grabs my forearms, and I am yanked off the desk. Still inside me, his fingers rub at my clit in a feverish pace. It takes every ounce of my willpower not to climax. I deny myself to deny him.
“No, you’ll come now!” he roars, his booming voice echoing around the room, “Because you’re mine!” I nearly come undone at his words, unraveling all around him. I find some reserve of willpower, and use it to deny him. “You won’t give it to me? Fine! Punishment is in order then.”
Before I can even ask what that means, my ass cheeks stings from the slap it just received. Holy shit! He just spanked my ass!
“Blaze, don’t do that!” I cry out.
My words are barely out before I hiss at the sting from the next spank.
“Are you sure about that? Because I have never felt you wetter than you are right now,” he says, “I think you like being put in your place.”
Whack.
After the sting of that spank, he caresses my skin while pulling himself out of me, then sinking back in. The pace is deliciously slow, teasing me to the point of insanity.
He fills me to the brim again, stretching me in the most spectacular of ways. “You. Are. Mine.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust of his hips.
“No, I’m not!” I shout back as tears roll down my eyes. “I am not your play toy!”
My words cause him to freeze, his hand and cock remaining still.
Whack.
I hiss through clenched teeth at this stronger spank.
In a clear voice, he replies, “Do not talk like that. You’re not my play toy. But, you are mine.” He thrusts again, gentler this time.
The last phrase is the one that breaks my walls down. It’s the one that releases the flood gates. I unravel in his arms in such a mind blowing release that my legs are shaky. Blaze is taken over the edge and hearing his roar of satisfaction only heightens mine. As my legs start to give out, Blaze wraps his arm around me, holding my body up. He lays me back down gently onto the desk as the emotions inside swirl to epic proportions. What do his words mean? What it just a ploy? Blaze is still inside me, leaning over the desk with me. I can hear his labored breaths near my ear.
Eventually all of the magic and haziness of the moment dissipates, and all that’s left is fear and an intense need to get the hell out of this office ASAP.
I smack on his arm, letting him know that I want to stand up. He lifts his body off mine. Trying out my legs, I’m relieved to find them working. Shivers ripple through my body, aftershocks of pleasure as my legs and arms begin to shake.
Blaze stands before me, his dress pants already zippered. Besides the sheen of sweat on his forehead, you’d never know the man had just been balls deep inside me. My stomach roils, and I move for the door.
He grabs my arm, pulling me back. I snap my eyes up to his, demanding an explanation.
I realize my body is shaking, and a tear spills down my cheek. I do not know how to explain to him how much of a fantastic rush this has been- for my terror and fear to be met with such overwhelming ecstasy instead of agonizing physical pain like it had my entire childhood. This is why I have to get the hell out of here; I need to figure out what the hell just happened.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” he says with a look of pure guilt. To add insult to injury, I see regret in his eyes. How dare he! Blaze doesn’t get to regret this- not after giving me fear and a little physical violence, and ending it all with such unimaginable pleasure. Never have I experienced such an intense release before.
“You like hitting women, huh?” I snap at him, my words as cold as ice.
He recoils from my question and starts shaking his head. Without thinking, I slap him hard across the face. My hand stings from the force of my hit, and his skin is already turning red nearly the moment my fingers leave his skin.
He doesn’t rub his cheek. Instead his eyes tighten and his nostrils flare. Shit. A cold panic sets in. In a fight between Blaze and me, I don’t stand a chance. The man is just one mountainous form of muscle. But, I’ve taken bad beatings; the last one nearly killing me. I wince, mentally preparing for the blows. The first few are always the hardest to take…until your body starts to numb.
He grabs my arms, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “What the hell are you doing, Victoria?” his voice is somewhere between anger, confusion, and panic.
My eyes fly open as he refuses to let me go. “Get your hands off me!” I shout.
I think my response stuns him, because it’s the only explanation as to why I am able to break his hold so quickly. I need to get out of here! I turn and run for the door, grabbing my purse off my desk.
“Victoria!” I turn with my hand on the doorknob. “Look at me!” I can’t even stop myself from turning, my body reacting on its own to his command. “Why are you leaving?” he asks, sounding broken.
“You want to know why?” I shout. “You are paying me two grand a week to fuck you. In three months, it’ll be twenty-four thousand in cash. I ask for a twenty grand pay raise a year before taxes, and you can’t give me that! If I had that raise, Mr. Townsend, I wouldn’t need to keep fucking you to pay the bills! You say you value me so much as an employee. Well, today just told me that your word is worth shit. It’s all been a bunch of lies to get up my skirt. And now you have, so you should be satisfied.” I open the door.
“Do not leave, Victoria. We are not done talking.”
“Don’t! Just don’t!” A tear slides down my cheek. “It’s over. I can’t do this anymore.”
Pure horror flashes across his face as I run out of the office. It isn’t until I’m in the elevator that the realization of what just happened starts sinking in, followed by disgust and disappointment. First, I had just hit my boss. No, I had hit Blaze. Second, I had done what I swore I would never do- use physical violence to express myself instead of words. I feel sick to my stomach. I am no better than my piece of shit father. The thought depresses me to the depths of my soul.
As the panic subsides with thoughts of ‘Oh, my God, I just lost my job!’, I immediately turn to fix-it mode. I had been bluffing when I said that maybe it was time to look into other job opportunities. But, given what just happened, maybe it is time. I can’t stay around Blaze; that man is making me do insane things, acting completely unlike myself, and I am being driven to the brink of insanity trying to figure out where I stand with that man.
Maybe it is time to move on.
The depression sets in deeper.
***
When I step into the apartment, I realize just how empty it feels. Its silence is crushing. I lean against the wall wrapping my arms around myself. I hear the toilet flush, and the bathroom door open. Who’s here?
“Dre?” I call out.
“Hey, bitch!” she calls out as she walks down the hall towa
rds me. “Came over cause you’ve got better cable than me.” Meeting my gaze, her smile turns to alarm. “What happened?”
“I messed up. That’s what happened. I’m in over my head.”
“Let’s just sit down and talk,” she suggests, ushering me over to the couch.
So, I tell her everything, everything that has happened lately, leaving nothing out.
“So, why exactly are you upset?” Andrea asks, pinching the bridge of her nose.
As I’m about to list everything that Blaze did wrong, the doorbell rings.
“Are you expectin’ someone?” she asks. I shake my head as I answer the door. “This should be interesting,” she murmurs under her breath.