Taming the Boss

by Camryn Eyde

  She stiffened.

  Crap.

  My fingers froze on her neck and I waited to see what was going to happen next. Eyes widening, she stood and turned on me with a feral expression. My hands falling limply to my sides.

  “Miss Scott?” she said with accusation that I was certain would lead me to a personal conduct hearing.

  “I…uh…” I backed up, only to have her press into my personal space. I soon ran out of room as my back hit the opaque glass wall.

  She fisted the lapels of my shirt. “What was that?”

  “What was what?”

  She curled her lips and said, “If you were getting off because I allowed you to touch me, then prepare for a sexual harassment claim.”

  I swallowed to try and free up my thickening throat. I swear, if I could, she would be the one with the report against her for being so damn intimidatingly hot. Did she even realize her hips were pressed against mine? That her arms were resting against my rapidly hardening nipples. That the scent she brought with her short-circuited my senses?

  “Miss Scott?” she asked again, tipping her head slightly to the side to study me.

  I shook my head and gaped at her. Unbidden, her proximity caused me to wet my lips and look down to hers. I wanted to kiss her.

  I flicked my gaze back up to see her eyes had changed color. Could she seriously get any more intoxicating? Dark pools of narrowed chocolate stared holes through my skull. Then she smirked and I prayed for my soul.

  She rolled her hips against mine and air shuddered from my lungs completely betraying me. She didn’t seem to mind and her smile turned predatory.

  Damn!

  She increased her grip on the straining cotton of my blouse and tugged me towards her. Her mouth claiming mine in a bruising act of ownership. I didn’t care. Those lips were everything and more. Fantasies I dreamed about alone and sweaty in my bed were nothing compared to the way those lips melded to my skin.

  Soft heat brushed over my bottom lip and a fanfare of trumpets went off in my head when I realized it was her tongue preparing to assault me.

  I let it.

  Opening my mouth a fraction was all she needed to claim me. The taste of coffee and the lingering acidity of her salad dressing combined with her own flavor rendered me addicted.

  That kiss could never be called anything but savage, dominating and the best damn thing I’ve ever experienced. I only hope I gave back as good as I got. She took everything she needed from my mouth before she decided it was enough.

  Our lips parted with a loud pop, and panting for much-needed oxygen, I was certain the interlude was over.

  I was never happier that I was mistaken.

  She yanked my skirt to my hips and roughly parted my panties to impale me with long slender fingers I had often imagined inside of me. I cried out, my head falling back with a thud against the glass as she pushed her thigh against the back of her hand and pounded my swollen flesh. I rocked with her dazzling pace and without shame, I growled, I swore, and I let her name fall from my mouth. Grunting with the effort to reach my peak, she bore down with the heel of her palm on my engorged clit and my body simply let go. The wet sucking sound of her fingers pumping me increased to a squelching as come poured from within me. Shuddering and groaning, I collapsed against her, surprised at the strength she had to hold me up. I was given a minute to recover, and then she tapped at my knee.

  When did I wrap both legs around her waist?

  Letting one leg at a time drop to the carpet, she eased her fingers from inside me and studied the slickness of them.

  I concentrated on breathing and wondered what the heck was going to happen next. Would she let me take her? Would she let me worship her body and fulfil my hopes and dreams at falling apart in my arms?

  My answer came with an eyebrow that raised as she licked my juices from her hands and said, “Thank you, Miss Scott. That was rather diverting. You may go.”

  I’m not sure how my legs carried me away that night, but they did. My life was never the same after that night.

  Chapter Three

  I’d been dismissed with a vague wave once again, and for some reason, my safety switch blew.

  “What is your problem!” I snapped, fear flooding my body when I realized what I’d just said. Damn. No turning back now.

  Liz raised her eyes slowly to mine. “Excuse me?”

  “I said, what’s your problem?”

  Her eyebrows arched and her jaw hardened. Never a good sign. “To what are you referring, Miss Scott?”

  “This. You. Me. Us.”

  “Oh? I wasn’t aware there was an ‘us’? Did you not depart the other night declaring you’d had enough?”

  Trust her to bring that up. I tipped my head to the ceiling and shook it. “You’re impossible.”

  “And you’re out of line. I suggest you rein in your attitude while you still have a chance to redeem yourself.”

  “Redeem myself? My attitude? Are you serious?”

  “Quite.”

  I huffed. “You’ve barely said a word to me these past few weeks. You refuse to let me near you. I don’t understand why you’re so uptight all of a sudden.”

  She stood, her office chair rolling backwards and hitting the see-through wall over-looking the darkened city below. “I don’t recall giving you the liberty of speaking to me so frankly, and I don’t appreciate this line of conversation in the slightest.”

  At this point, I figured I was out of a job anyway, so I threw everything into the pot. Storming around to her side of the desk, I planted a hand on either side of her, pinning her to the marble. “I believe I’ve earned plenty of liberties, Miss Morris. I’ve made you beg, plead and demand orgasms from me, so I believe I have every right to call you out on your shit.”

  Liz looked enraged, so I kept talking to postpone her ripping me a new one.

  “I’ve had enough of being treated like a slave. A slave you barely have the decency to acknowledge. I’m sorry I got myself off the last time I made you squirt come all over my face, but I couldn’t help myself.” She shoved roughly at my chest, pushing me back a step. I knew I was testing my luck. “For Christ’s sake, Liz! You’re a god damn sexy woman and you make me just want to … ugh!” I shoved my hands through my hair in my frustration to explain myself. “You’re unbearable! Do you know that?”

  “And you!” she yelled, grabbing me by the front of my shirt. “Are out of line! How dare you speak to me in such a vulgar manner? Do you have any idea what I’m capable of? I will send you packing and make sure you’re so unemployable, that you’ll be lucky to earn a living cleaning toilets.”

  “Screw you.”

  She snarled. A long, feral sound that prickled the hairs at the back of my neck. “No. Screw you!”

  Spinning me suddenly, she pushed me onto her desk, my chest flattening against a pile of paperwork and a very uncomfortable calculator. Squirming to remove the plastic digging into my sternum, she pressed down hard on the back of my neck and said, “Don’t move.”

  I wished the feeling of her shoving my skirt up over my hips revolted me, but I couldn’t help but pool moisture between my legs. A lot of moisture. This woman was a walking aphrodisiac, and maddened, she became a passionate lioness that was surely going to kill me with pleasure.

  A drawer slid open beside her and the moment my panties were torn away from my body, a cool, smooth implement was driven in through my soaking folds.

  “God!” I screamed out, realizing she’d just impaled me with a dildo. A very long, very broad one that stretched me to the point of pleasurable pain. She shoved it roughly in and out, and I was thankful I had been so turned on, because the experience was rough and electrifying.

  “Listen carefully,” she said a breath away from my ear in a deep, warning tone. “I say when you can come.” She thrust into me again and I nodded and suppressed a moan. “Me.” She thrust again. Oh hell it was so freaking good. “In case you weren’t aware, you’re mine.” She stille
d the dildo at my entrance and growled. “Mine.”

  I nodded rapidly. Anything to get her to stretch me over and over again.

  “Stay,” she said, pulling the dildo away altogether. I did as I was told while trying to interpret the sounds behind me. Panting, needy, and clenching my pelvic muscles, I soon felt her hands splay against my back.

  The tip of the dildo poised at my entrance again and my hips rocked back in an effort to swallow it whole. She gripped my hips with her hands and shoved quickly forward. Her thighs slamming against my legs. Oh God, she’d strapped it on. That’s it. I’m combusting with pure lust. I groaned long and hard.

  “Mine,” she said again as the wet sounds of her thrusting in and out of me filled the office.

  “Yours. Yours. Yours,” I panted as I rocked back to meet each wicked thrust. “God, Liz. I’m always yours. Only you.”

  An indistinct moan greeted my last words and I felt her topple against my back. “Only you,” she whispered, confusing me, as her pace softened to long, lazy strokes. Impossibly, that teasing pace heightened my need ten-fold.

  “Please, Liz. More.”

  I felt her nod against my back where her forehead rested. Slender fingers brushed forward and found the marbled nub above my entrance. Rubbing it in ever-tightening circles, I cried out as a rush of liquid poured from within me.

  “Oh, please. Please. Liz…Liz…” My muffled pleas turned to gasping moans as my body ascended to that clenched, braced state soon followed by a stunning flood of warmth, exaltation, and full body shudders. I rode out my orgasm at the end of her dildo and soft, understanding fingers. Hot damn. That was freaking incredible. I trembled as the adrenaline flushed from my body, and I did what I could to prevent the swell of tears in my eyes. Hold it together, Peta. Hold it together and shatter her back.

  She slid out of me and I whirled on her, surprising myself at my ability to move at all. She looked magnificent standing before me, naked on the bottom half with a pink dildo rising proudly from her crotch. “My turn,” I whispered, unbuckling the leather and quickly transferring it to my own body. She cocked an eyebrow at me.

  I sat on her office chair and patted my lap. The glazed look in her eyes told me she didn’t give a damn about fluids soaking her leather chair this time. Sliding down the length of me after straddling my lap, I shuddered at the pressure the dildo put on my still-throbbing clit. It was blissful torture.

  Grabbing her hips, I began guiding her up and down, enjoying the sight of her slender neck as her head tipped back, and reveling in the sound of her womanhood greedily eating the dildo.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I whispered, earning her dark, lustful gaze. Licking my lips, I quickly raised a hand and pulled her mouth down to mine. I couldn’t help but moan at the rare touch. Kissing wasn’t often allowed by this seductive minx, but when it was, it spun my head to all points of the compass. Her moans vibrated against my tongue as they slid together.

  She panted against me and I’m sure my name was whispered in there somewhere. I didn’t care, all I knew was that I got to kiss the woman I was hopelessly in love with as she rode the dildo in my lap. Her tongue, her lips and her gasping breaths served to heighten my desire, and as she began to desperately thrust down on me, my climax built again.

  I caught her screams with my mouth, an experience never-before had, and I’m pretty sure I let my defenses down to whisper my love and dedication to her. Her body trembled against mine, and I prayed against hope that she had swallowed those potent words with her post-orgasmic bliss.

  The kiss continued, much to my surprise. Never one to linger after climax, the soft, languid strokes of our tongues delighted me. Hands ran gently over my face and neck as I returned the touch in long sweeps over her silk-clad back and warm, soft bottom.

  Liz finally pulled back with a sigh I wished I understood and rested her forehead against mine. She stroked gently at my cheek before taking a deep breath. “Peta … I—”

  The phone rang forcing us apart and ripping away whatever she was about to confess.

  Answering the call and turning her back to me, I self-consciously removed the strap-on and adjusted my skirt. My panties were beyond saving, so I was going to have to catch the subway home commando-style. Great.

  “See you tomorrow?” I said as she watched me leave.

  A curt nod was my answer, and I soon shut the door on one of the most passionate and confusing encounters I’d ever had with the woman. I face-palmed my forehead. I can’t believe I told her I love her. “Idiot,” I muttered and gathered my things for my journey home.

  Chapter Four

  Months went by and our encounters returned to normal. Distant, but passionate sex. One-sided encounters became a thing of the past, however, and we both left her office, or the stationary closet, satisfied. I should have been elated. Most work days ended late, but with an orgasm worth the long hours. I got to live my life independently of relationship woes while still getting my itch scratched, and the overtime was going a long way towards my nest egg.

  It was just after tax time that I realized my overtime pay could be equated to sex-for-hire. Did she pay me to stay back late so I could service her rather high sex drive? Wishing the thought had never entered my brain, I couldn’t help but feel offended at the notion. Events out of our control all but confirmed my dalliance in prostitution.

  A shit storm of monumental proportions hit Liz Morris’s company that fall. A hostile takeover from a ruthless competitor, coupled with the majority of her board being swindled with hefty profits, landed her unemployed.

  It was a Monday when I ran into her office after hearing the news over the weekend. I ran headlong into chaos. Immaculately presented one hundred percent of the time, her office was littered with boxes filled with items that left shelves and walls empty.

  “It’s true then?” I asked, wishing the evidence wasn’t in high-definition before me. The fact of the matter was obvious.

  She nodded at me and kept emptying drawers.

  “We’re out of a job?”

  She cleared her throat. “No, I am out of a job. You were retained.”

  “What?”

  “I’m not in the habit of repeating myself.”

  I ignored the slight barb as my mind whirled. If she’s leaving, I’ll never get to see her again. Something inside me broke at the thought. I walked over to her and stilled her hands. “I’m coming with you. I’ll quit.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous.” She pulled out of my grip and continued throwing things into boxes.

  “I’m not staying here without you.”

  She dropped a paperweight and I winced as something in the box broke at the impact. “Miss Scott, that is most unwise. You won’t be rewarded for valiantly falling on your sword.”

  “I’m not doing to be valiant. I’m doing it out of loyalty. You’re my…” I floundered for an adjective. What was she exactly? My boss? My lover? My girlfriend?

  “I’m your what, Miss Scott?”

  “You know…we’re…” I flopped my hand about in a useless gesture.

  Her face morphed into contempt. “I’m uncertain what exactly you deem our relationship as, Miss Scott, however, I should inform you that you were nothing more than a pleasurable distraction from my daily routine. Overtime wages well spent.”

  My jaw dropped and my chest began to ache.

  “What? You believe there was something more than simple attraction and lust?” She laughed. A cruel, cruel sound that cut like a hundred hot knives to the chest. She reached out and took my chin in her hand, still grinning smugly. “Trust me, dear, my future is assured and I’m positive I can find another loyal pet to tame. You, however, should reconsider your noble act. Keep your job, Peta. It’s the best one you’ll ever have.”

  I stepped back and wrenched my face from her grip. “Are you serious?”

  “Deadly serious. Now, make yourself useful, or get the hell out of my office.”

  I did as she said. I left the office, howev
er, I took it one step further, and I left the corporation entirely. Heartache tore at my body as Liz’s parting words replayed themselves for months. I wallowed in my own self-pity and naivety to loan my heart out to a cold, ruthless woman incapable of feeling.

  My savings were dwindling fast, and as Christmas came and went, the harsh cold started to look a lot like my bank account. In thick, record-breaking snow, I trudged the streets of New York to submit applications all over the city. After the twelfth rejection, I began to feel cursed. Sick of the unexplained knock-backs, and ready to call this year a bust, I stormed the office of my latest failed submission and scared the life out of a twenty-something Barbie dressed up like a secretary.

  Shoving past her futile attempts, I wrenched the doors open of the HR manager for the marketing firm I was storming around in and slapped my resume on his desk. “I am a goddamn diamond! I have years of corporate experience and knowledge that half this building doesn’t have! Explain to me why I’m not good enough to work for you!”

  The man gaped for a little while and then cleared his throat. “I’m sure it was a simple case of a better candidate.”

  “There are no better candidates! I’m the best you’ll ever find, so why the hell won’t you hire me?”

  The man swallowed thickly as I glared at him. “Uh…umm…”

  “Well!”

  He fiddled with his computer for a moment before looking back at me timidly. “I’m sorry, Miss Scott, but it appears your name has been blacklisted across the city.”

  I blinked and fell back. “I…what? Blacklisted?”

  He nodded with pity in his eyes.

  “Black-listed by whom?”

  He looked at his computer, but I already knew the answer. So did he. “Elizabeth Morris.”

  “That goddamned bitch!” I screamed and tore out of the building. Knowing exactly where she lived, I made haste for her downtown apartment. Haste turned to a crawl as the snowed-in traffic inched across the city. I grew impatient and, thanking the cab driver, I exited the vehicle and made good time across town on foot. Such a shame about my favorite pumps now bathed in icy slush.