by G E Griffin
Everyone at work was totally in awe of Liam, and always referred to him as ‘The Boss’. I loved the fact that I knew another side of him, a very different side that few people would even suspect existed, but I tried to ignore the uneasiness I felt about how effortlessly he seemed to be able to switch off towards me. Did that mean he was also a very good actor when it was just us? Certainly by the way he acted towards me at the office in front of everyone, no one would have had the slightest inkling that there was anything going on between us. I had to hand it to him, no one did cold, commanding and intimidating quite like Liam.
“Don't let him get you down, Sera. I don't know why The Boss is still insisting that he personally needs to check your designs daily, when he can see for himself that your work is outstanding,” my co-worker Tom sympathised with me.
Although I hadn't had much to do with Tom when I'd been the intern, once I got to know him a bit better, I found him to be a really nice guy. Of course, he was nothing like Liam. Tom wasn’t much taller than me, and his curly brown hair hung over his shirt collar. He wore glasses, but they couldn’t mask his soft brown eyes. Tom was the very proud father of a new baby boy that he and his wife Alice had named Noah. Every day he showed me new pictures of the baby on his phone, which I duly admired.
I’d been worried about how we would get on working together, but it turned out that we made a really great team. Technically, Tom was amazing. He knew every little detail of all the latest programs and updates and the best way to effortlessly achieve a really professional look for the designs I spent my time coming up with. To me, it seemed as if I had the easy part of the deal, but Tom didn't see it like that at all.
“I can't tell you what a relief it is for me not to have to try and come up with all the new ideas. That side of things has never been my forte and has been really stressing me out since Rob left. He was always the one to come up with the ideas, then he’d hand it over to me to work on the technical side. Simon was a useless Creative Director, a proper pain in the arse who spent all his time faffing about but getting nothing done. So I'm really glad, if somewhat surprised, that The Boss had the good sense to snap you up. By the way, your designs that you came up with for Starr Capital were a dream to work on.”
“Thanks Tom. I was somewhat surprised to be offered a job here. And don't worry about The Boss being hard on me. I don't blame him for keeping a close eye on me – he’s taken quite a gamble, seeing as I haven’t even officially graduated yet.”
I was trying to deflect any suspicion about my daily meetings with Liam. Truth was, behind that locked door while his PA was out at lunch, our meetings were scorching hot and filthy dirty. They were the highlight of my working day. I needed to take my lunch break immediately afterwards to regain my cool façade before I returned to work. But at least I’d had a fix of my Liam obsession to keep me going for the rest of the day.
It all began on the first Monday as I was getting ready for work. I had a text from him.
Wear stockings today.
What? Obviously this was part of his special dress code for me. Part of me shivered in excited anticipation of what he had planned, but part of me was affronted. I texted back.
Stockings? How predictable and clichéd of you.
Almost immediately he replied.
Just wear them or deal with the consequences.
I sighed to myself. What should I do? Wearing stockings under an evening dress was one thing, but I didn't want to go to the office feeling like a tart in a short skirt and stockings, especially not on my first day.
But I did have some nice patterned hold ups that could be classified as stockings, and I had a black dress that was knee length, fairly conservative, and wouldn’t flash any stocking tops. With my black ankle boots that would have to do. I twisted my hair into an updo to try and look more like the professional I was supposed to be, but I wore my favourite angel wing earrings as my lucky charm, because once again as I headed for the offices of Starr Capital Ventures, I was pretty sure I was going to need all the luck I could get. I certainly wasn’t up to dealing with any ‘consequences’ that Liam might have in mind, so I decided it was easier to go along with what he wanted for now.
All morning I wondered what Liam had planned, and Tom noticed my distracted mood and general nervousness as he went through all the projects that were planned for us to work together on, but he put it down to being worried about having to deal with the boss by myself later on.
“Look, I know The Boss said I didn't need to come with you, but if you don't feel very confident about your meeting with him, I’m more than happy to come along for moral support, just until you get to know him a bit better,” he offered, as he made me a cup of tea to buck me up. Everyone knows that a nice cuppa always solves everything.
“No, it’s fine. Thanks anyway, Tom, but I just have to get on and deal with him, don’t I?”
Then I received a text from Liam.
Take your knickers off before you come to my office
I nearly spat my tea all over my keyboard as I read it.
“Sorry, it went down the wrong way,” I spluttered, as Tom looked over at me. I hastily deleted the offending text before he could catch a glimpse of it.
“I think you need to stand up to him from the beginning, so don't take any unfair criticism from him lying down, Sera,” Tom advised.
I just about managed to stop myself from spewing my tea again. I was pretty certain that I was going to be lying down for Liam in one way or another, but I had to try and look as cool as cucumber if I was ever going to be able to pull off working here and dealing with the boss.
“I’ll bear that in mind,” I smiled.
~*~
“Miss Jones. If you could arrange your paperwork over here on my desk so that we can go through it?” Liam said, as he ushered me into his large and airy office for our first meeting, quietly locking the door behind him. He obviously intended us to use our formal titles with each other all the time at work, even in private, which was fine by me. I’d noticed as I walked through that Joy, his miserable but highly efficient PA, was not at her desk, she was out to lunch as expected.
Liam looked divine of course, wearing a crisp white shirt complete with silver cuff links, grey tie and his dark charcoal grey suit trousers. His suit jacket was slung over the back of his chair. I hadn't seen him since yesterday, and it was all I could do not to launch myself at him, to make up for all those hours I’d been without him.
“Yes, Mr. Starr,” I said as calmly as I could, while trying to ignore the thumping of my heart, and not even daring to look at him directly. As I spread the papers out on his huge beech and chrome desk, Liam stood right behind me.
“Talk me through your thoughts for Evergreen, as I want you to concentrate on their rebranding initially.” He pointed to the sheet of paper furthest away.
“Well, there’s nothing whatsoever about the current branding that makes Evergreen stand out from the competitors…” I started to explain, as I leant over the desk to point to the current logo, but then stopped as Liam lightly ran his hand up the back of my leg, stopping as he reached the top of my stocking. He lent down to whisper in my ear.
“Just checking that you followed my instructions. I like these unusual stockings, they’re rather quirky and therefore very you. Now, please carry on with what you were saying, Miss Jones.”
I took a deep breath to regain my scattered wits, but that meant I also breathed in his wonderful smell, the mixture of masculinity and cleanliness that was just so Liam.
“So, I think we need to…” I lost my train of thought as Liam kissed me just behind my ear, and ran his hand all the way under my dress until he reached the bare cheek of my bottom, and then softly squeezed it. I’d stopped off in the ladies on my way to his office to remove my knickers as he’d ordered. My heart was now pounding loudly in my ears, as I felt Liam pressed right up against me, pushing me against the edge of his large desk.
I could feel him grin as h
e nipped and nuzzled my neck.
“I’m glad you followed all of my instructions, Miss Jones.”
“To the letter, Mr. Starr. I’m a very conscientious employee.”
“I’m pleased to hear it. Now, what were you saying about Evergreen? Can you point out which logo you were referring to?”
As I reached out over the desk, Liam pushed me down and lent on top of me, so that I ended up with my face turned to one side with my arms splayed across his desk, trapped in place by his weight. He kicked my legs apart, and then I felt his hand snake down to start touching me between my legs. My dress had ridden right up of course, leaving me exposed to him.
“I think what you were trying to say, Miss Jones, is that we need to come up with a new unique logo to kick off this rebranding exercise, hmm?”
His fingers were circling and rubbing me in such a wonderful way, that I felt myself drifting as my hips started to move against him, and I could feel his erection straining against me through his trousers.
“Mmm, yes, Mr. Starr. A new unique logo…” I stuttered.
“Which is your particular area of expertise and why I employed you,” he continued. “So by this time tomorrow, do you think you’ll have some draft proposals to show me?”
I nearly screamed as he slid a finger inside me. It felt so good, and then got even better when he slid two fingers in to expertly finger fuck me.
“Liam…” I moaned, which earned me a sharp slap on my bottom, which smarted, but also increased the arousal that was rapidly building within me.
“You’ll refer to me as Mr. Starr or sir at all times in the workplace. I don't expect to have to remind you again, Miss Jones.”
“Y…yes, Mr. Starr, sir,” I mumbled, as I pushed my bottom against him to encourage him to start touching me again.
“So, answer me. Do you think you’ll have some proposals to show me tomorrow?”
“Yes, Mr. Starr, because I already have some ideas roughly drafted,” I managed to reply.
“Excellent. You can bring them to our meeting tomorrow.”
Liam finally started touching me again, gently stroking and teasing me so that I was literally putty in his hands.
“I know you had your doubts, but I think this arrangement for us to meet daily here in my office is going to work very well, don't you? Your soaking wet pussy seems to think so anyhow.”
His touch was exquisite, and I closed my eyes in pure bliss. I was totally surrounded and trapped by Liam, and it was heaven.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured. “You were right.”
“So you don't wish me to stop?”
“God, no!”
Liam gave a deep chuckle, before he removed his hand, shifted back slightly, and then I heard the sound of his trouser zip being undone.
As I lay face down pinned over his desk, I suddenly felt Liam thrust very hard and very deeply into me, making me cry out.
“You are so ready for me, which proves how much you really needed this, hmm, Miss Jones?”
He withdrew and then slammed back into me again. I couldn’t move, I just had to take the full force as he slammed into me over and over again, stretching me and filling me perfectly. It felt so good that all I could do was whimper and moan with pleasure.
“I think we want the same thing, but I'm more honest about it. You need to get over your inhibitions, Miss Jones.”
“I think you’re doing a pretty good job of taking care of that for me, Mr. Starr,” I groaned, as I relished everything that he was doing to me. I could feel the tension inside me coiling tighter and tighter with every delicious stroke of his length. I knew I was on the verge of coming as my legs trembled, and I started to feel that unstoppable force building up ready to explode.
“Please, sir, fuck me harder and make me come,” I begged, beyond caring how crude that sounded.
“With pleasure, Miss Jones,” Liam said, and although I couldn’t see his face, I could tell he was grinning. He pulled me slightly nearer to the edge of the desk so he could grip my hips to raise them slightly, before he slammed into me again. The adjustment meant that now he hit some extra sensitive spot that made me nearly scream out, almost forgetting that we were in his office, so I had to bite my lip to stop myself.
“That’s it, Angel, that’s so fucking good, take all of me now, every last bit in that tight little pussy of yours,” he growled, as he built up the satisfyingly good rhythm to such a pitch that I soon exploded into an intense orgasm, feeling my release clenching around his cock to reward him for giving me this pleasure.
“Yes!” he grunted, as he now thrust hard into me to reach his release, stilling as he gripped me against him. It wasn’t possible to be any closer, to be any more deeply bonded together than we were at that moment. This is what I needed, this deep connection, because at that moment, as he climaxed deep inside me, he was mine, totally mine, and no other woman’s.
We drifted together for a few minutes, letting every last drop of orgasmic pleasure wash over us, until finally Liam moved to release me from his desk.
“Are you okay, Miss Jones?” he enquired softly, as he brushed my hair out of my eyes.
“Yes, I'm fine, Mr. Starr.”
“I think that took care of our business rather satisfactorily, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I would indeed.”
“You can use my private bathroom to get cleaned up,” he offered as he indicated a door in the corner of his office.
I picked up my bag and headed for his executive bathroom. I retrieved my knickers from my bag and slipped them on again, then smoothed my dress back down. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help noticing my very flushed pink cheeks. A great orgasm was way better than any blusher I was discovering. Thoughts of Kimberley’s flushed cheeks instantly came to mind, but hers had been down to blusher I told myself. I quickly redid my hair, then went back out to rejoin Liam,
“If it’s okay with you, I’ll head off for my lunch break now,” I smiled sweetly at him.
“Of course. I’ll see you later?”
“I’m planning on going to a yoga class this evening. There’s one at the fitness centre at seven.”
“I’ll come down with you. I’ll go for a swim while you take your class. We can meet up afterwards and then get something to eat,” Liam suggested. And with the thought of my unpleasant encounter with Scott Franklin still fresh in my mind, I didn't argue as I might have done before, instead rather welcoming Liam’s protective presence.
~*~
And so the pattern was set for our working relationship. Liam organised things so that he didn't have to go away on business for at least the first week I was at Starr Capital, and so every day I went up to his office for our meeting. And they were productive meetings work wise, much to my surprise. Liam still managed to go over my suggestions and state what he did and didn’t like, even as we were having sex in a different position every day. On his desk, in his chair, against the wall, on the floor. Liam had told me I should lose my inhibitions, and he was ensuring that I most certainly was. These trysts were raw sex, fucking rather than love making, but it was what we both wanted and needed.
In the evenings when we met up, things were more leisurely and relaxed, so we could take more time. Any kind of sex between us was wonderful as far as I was concerned and it seemed to be the same for Liam as far as I could tell. I tried to convince myself that all this sex we were having meant that I was beginning to catch up with his highly experienced previous partners.
All I knew was that I'd never felt so alive, so exhilarated – or so scared. I’d never had so much to lose before, and I knew one day before too long this was all going to come crashing down around me. I buried my head in the sand and refused to let myself think about how I was going to cope when this roller coaster ride I was on came to an end, telling myself to just enjoy it while it lasted.
We often we went down to the gym together, and I was relieved that I didn't see Scott around. When I mentioned this to Liam, he scowle
d as he informed me that Scott had unexpectedly left at short notice.
“But what about the formal induction I was supposed to have with him? I thought that was a membership rule?”
“A new manager is being recruited, so don't worry about your formal induction for now. I can go through any of the equipment you’re not sure about.”
“As I told Scott, I'm really only interested in the simple equipment. Nothing fancy or complicated. I don't want to build up muscles like yours,” I smiled, as I punched his impressive biceps.
“I know you also like to go out for a run sometimes, but I would really prefer that you don't go on your own. It’s too risky. So next week while I'm away, I want you to promise that you’ll only use the gym and not go out running on the streets by yourself.”
“You worry far too much, Liam,” I started to protest, but the look on his face indicated that this was not an issue he was prepared to argue about.
“Why do you have so little regard for your own safety, Seraphina? Why take unnecessary risks? I don't want anything to happen to you, so please, for my peace of mind, just do as I ask?”
“Okay, okay. Perhaps we can go out for a run together at the weekend, get some fresh air, and then next week I’ll use the gym, or take a yoga class instead.”
I wasn’t looking forward to Liam being away for a whole week, but I told myself it was good practice for the future, and would be a chance to catch up with other friends, like Abbey. I'd always disapproved of girls who dropped all their friends the moment they got themselves a boyfriend, but then expected those same friends to be there for them when they needed then. I didn't want to turn into that kind of person just because of my Liam obsession.
~*~
“I'm planning on pushing your limits tonight, Seraphina,” Liam smiled wickedly.
So far this Saturday, we’d had a great chilled start to the weekend, having been out for a run together in the morning, and then explored more of the local area again in the afternoon. I loved discovering this relaxed side of Liam after having to deal so formally with him at work all week. We’d had a great pub meal that evening, chatting and laughing easily together. Now we were headed back to Liam’s apartment to spend the night together, holding hands as we strolled along.