Under My Boss's Rules: Office Romance Collection (Under Him Book 6)

by Jamie Knight

  We pulled up a long, tree-lined driveway, and when I saw the house, my jaw dropped. I had seen similar mansions on TV and in movies, but I never thought I’d ever get to stay in such a place.

  “Thank you, Cedric,” Max said. “Go home and be with your family.”

  “Sir,” the driver replied with a bow.

  Max took me by the hand and led me up the front steps to the place I would call home for the immediate future.

  “Did you eat enough?” he asked, hanging up my coat.

  My stomach grumbled in response. “No, master.”

  “Come with me.”

  I’d heard that some of the greatest cooks in the world were men, but I never suspected my sweet master of being among their number. The silver domed tray he presented me within the echoing chamber of his dining room carried some of the finest food I’d ever tasted.

  “Have as much as you like,” he said as I made a pig of myself.

  I ate as much as I could handle and then a little more when the dessert tray came out. I felt full. It hurt a bit, but the good pain that comes from true satisfaction.

  “Place your palms on the dinner table.”

  I obeyed him. Lying both palms flat on the polished oak tabletop as he took the trays back to the kitchen. He returned a moment later, looking serious. I knew the first part of the training had begun.

  “Stay here, in this position, until I get back.”

  “Yes, master.”

  It seemed like such a simple task. What I didn’t know was that he would be gone for five hours. My muscles trembled and ached, and it was all I could do to keep from leaning forward and laying my head on the table, but I did as he’d ordered and didn’t move an inch until he came back. I collapsed when I saw him, and tears of gratitude flowed down my cheeks.

  “Good pet,” he cooed, holding me tight. “That’s my good pet. I’m proud of you for obeying. Now you get a reward.”

  And I was proud of myself. I’d passed the first bit of training. Scooping me up into his powerful arms, he carried me to the bathroom and stripped me naked.

  He drew a nice, warm bath and washed me all over, paying special attention to my pussy, asshole, and nipples. The sensation made me hum contentedly, and I wondered what else he might do.

  “What would you like for a reward, pet?”

  Surprised, I sat up. “I get to choose?”

  “Of course. You did very well today. Name your reward.”

  “Um, I-I’d love to try th-that thing. You know from the list.” I refused to meet his eyes.

  “Look at me and tell me what you want.”

  Slowly, I lifted my face. “I, uh, I want to taste you.”

  “Say it.”

  My lips firmed, but then I rolled my shoulders back, and said, “I want you to put your cock in my mouth.”

  “That’s what you want as your reward?”

  “Yes, master.”

  He chuckled.

  “Your wish is my command.”

  Chapter 8 - Max

  “Lie on the bed and close your eyes.” Without question or hesitation, she did as I asked. Her small but magnificent tits fell to the side, and her nipples constricted and hardened. She was everything I needed.

  Longer than necessary, I perused her body, memorizing every freckle, every dimple, every rise and fall of her chest.

  I undressed, and when I was naked, my hard cock twitched, rejoicing at its freedom, and aching to sink into her virgin hole.

  I stepped onto the bed and positioned myself. My knees were either side of her shoulders, and my balls brushed against the delicate skin on her chest.

  I grasped the headboard and said, “Open your mouth but keep your hands by your sides.”

  Desire clouded her eyes, and she opened her sweet mouth for me. For a few seconds, I did nothing. I simply studied the minuscule expressions flickering across her perfect face.

  She gave an irritated wiggle, and I smiled at her impatience. Giving her the reward she requested, I slid the tip of my cock into her waiting mouth. Instinctively, she closed her lips around the intrusion but did nothing else. Didn’t play. Didn’t suck. Didn’t move.

  Without warning, I plunged deep until she gagged. I watched for signs of distress, and when I saw none, I fucked her mouth with punishing, demanding strokes, pushing deeper each time.

  If I didn’t think she was capable of deep throating, I wouldn’t have done it.

  My body screamed for release, but I wouldn’t allow that to happen. Before I reached the edge of no return, I withdrew my cock and glanced down at my glistening shaft, now covered with her saliva.

  “Keep your mouth open,” I ordered and slowly dip my balls into her mouth.

  She massaged the heavy sacs with her tongue. Charli was a natural. She might not have done anything like that before, but she knew exactly what to do, how to do it, and when.

  Her body strained upwards, seeking my touch, but I didn’t give her what she wanted. In a heartbeat, I could flip her over, position her on her knees, and slide my cock into her waiting warmth.

  I could be rough, relentless, and dominant—not hold anything back. But I would save that for another time. If the alpha animal in me came out before Charli was ready to play, I would risk scaring her away and losing her.

  “Touch me, master,” she whispered. She reached up and ran her fingertips down my stomach.

  “No talking and no touching.” I stepped off the bed and went to the wardrobe. “Since you can’t keep your hands to yourself or keep quiet, I’m going to gag you and tie you up. Would you like that?”

  Tying Charli up was something that had entered my mind more than once.

  “Yes, master,” she replied breathlessly, but then she hesitated. “I’m not sure about gagging.”

  “If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”

  I ran my fingers over the various lengths of rope hanging from the wardrobe doors. I decided a spreader tie between her wrists would work best. That way, I’d be able to gag her and restrain her at the same time.

  I grabbed a long length of rope along with a pair of scissors in case I needed to release her fast, and I also grabbed a wand vibrator.

  I returned to the bed.

  “Sit and hold your arms chest width apart.”

  She did as I asked, and I carefully wrapped the rope several times around her presented wrists and then coiled the hanging ends around and around the center from one wrist to the other, creating a sturdy rope bar.

  Not as strong as a spreader bar, but a good alternative for a novice. Erotic rope bondage was something I took great pleasure in, and I hoped Charli would too.

  “I’m going to gag you now,” I explained. “Bring the rope bar to your mouth.”

  Without a word, she lifted her arms and positioned the rope between her lips. I brought the dangling ends around the back of her head and then secured them in place around the rope circling her wrist.

  Her wrists were bound, and her mouth gagged. She was at my mercy.

  Gently, I pushed her back until her head hit the pillows. Leaning down, I took each nipple into my mouth one at a time, grazing the tips with the edge of my teeth. I could tell Charli was doing her best not to react, but she couldn’t stop the trembles rippling over her skin.

  The scent of her arousal filled the room. I lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her soaked pussy was a temptation, one I wouldn’t be able to resist for much longer.

  Leaning forward, I brushed the head of my cock over her swollen folds but as much as she strained to have me enter her virgin channel, I resisted.

  She sobbed against the rope, and the plea I heard almost unraveled my resolve.

  “Quiet,” I said harshly.

  She quieted. I dug my fingers into her hips and pulled her forward until my cock nudged her entrance. She was lubricated enough to take my width and length with zero resistance.

  “Do you want to come?” I asked.

  She nodded, her beseeching eyes glistening.


  I picked up the wand vibrator and switched it to its highest setting.

  “Whatever you do, don’t make a sound and don’t come.”

  Using my thumb and forefinger, I spread her slick folds and touched the head of the vibrator against her puffy clit.

  A lone tear slid down the side of her face and disappeared into her hair. What I was asking her to do would take more self-control than Charli currently possessed. A trained sub would find what I’d asked her to do difficult.

  Relentlessly, I pressed the vibrator against her sensitive spot. She tensed against the aggressive rush of pleasure I was giving her, doing everything in her power to resist the climax swelling inside of her. Mercilessly, I lifted the vibrator from her before bringing it back, never giving her more than a second to recover.

  Pre-come dripped from my cock, and the voice in my head chanted fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. My dick twitched and jerked in agreement with the voice.

  Dammit. I prided myself on my restraint, willpower, and resolve, but this girl had knocked them down one by one.

  Being with her felt so normal like it was always meant to be. There was something powerful about the fact that Charli wanted to give me her virginity. I would be the first man to pleasure her in that way. Truth be told, I wanted to be the only one in her life and wanted to take care of her, in every way, for the rest of my life.

  Charli had tamed me. She now held my heart in the palm of her hands.

  I threw the vibrator onto the mattress.

  It was time to make Charli Merrick mine.

  Forever.

  Chapter 9 - Charli

  I was on the verge of losing my mind. Here I was gagged and bound by my boss, my master.

  He was about to take my virginity, and there was no hesitation in my mind that he was the one who was supposed to make me a woman.

  I lifted my head and looked at his cock. A cock that was going to be inside me soon.

  Never in my life had I had a man’s cock in my mouth, so I had nothing to compare him to, but he tasted divine, and my mouth watered thinking about him ramming his veiny dick down my throat again. And never in a million years had I ever imagined myself submitting to a man like Max. Someone who aggressively took what he wanted.

  His actions were possessive and demanding, and at times frightening. The feral look in his eyes took my breath away, but I didn’t fear him.

  He stood by the mattress, placed his hands on my knees, and spread my legs wide. I wanted to touch him. Wanted to wrap my hands around his cock and guide him inside of me. I wanted to scratch my fingernails over his smooth skin and feel his muscles ripple. But because of the way he had me tied up, there was no way I’d be able to do any of that.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked, running his large hands up and down my thighs.

  “Yes, Master,” I mumbled against the gag.

  “Don’t lie, Charli. When I ask you something, answer me honestly. You don’t want your first time with me to happen when you’re bound and gagged, do you?”

  Ashamed that he saw right through me, I closed my eyes and gave my head a slight shake. Being bound was more of a turn on that I could ever have imagined, but he was right. I didn’t want my first time like this.

  “Sit,” he commanded and helped me into a sitting position. He undid the rope going around the back of my neck. Next, he undid and untied the rope between my wrists, kissing, licking, and massaging my skin as he did.

  When I was free, I said, “Thank you, Master.”

  “I’m going to make love to you now. During our time together, there are times when we’ll have plain vanilla sex. It won’t happen often, but because this is your first time, I’m going to take things slow. I can’t promise I’ll be gentle because you drive me fucking insane, and I’m having a hard time controlling myself. But I promise I’m going to give you everything you want.”

  The words I love you sat on the tip of my tongue. I wanted him to know, to understand how strong my feelings for him were. Love seemed way too much, but I couldn’t deny that was how I felt.

  I draped my arms around his neck and crushed my lips to his. Our kiss was tender and deep, and it was as if he was committing everything about me to memory.

  He ran his hands up and down my body—massaging, grabbing, tweaking, and fondling. A throb beat between my legs. How I held back when he placed the vibrator on my clit, I’d never know. The pleasure was as overwhelming as it was thrilling.

  The second he slid inside me, I’d climax because, right now, I was seconds away, and that was from just kissing him.

  He climbed onto the bed and gathered me in his arms. The sincerity in his touch took my breath away.

  “I’m never going to hurt you, Sweet Charli. You’re everything I didn’t know I was waiting for.”

  I ran the tip of my thumb over his lips. “And I’ll never ever hurt you.”

  He positioned himself on top of me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips.

  “Will it hurt?” I asked in a whisper.

  “It might, but I’ll do everything I can to make it painless.”

  He reached down and guided his shaft to my entrance.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes,” I hissed.

  When the head of his cock first entered me, my heart skipped, and my breath whooshed out. There was no pain, only fullness, and a slight burn as my channel stretched for him. He stilled, but I dug my nails into his back, urging him to continue.

  “Don’t stop. Make love to me.”

  He angled his hips, and with one deep thrust, he pushed in. I called out his name. My walls clamped around him and held him deep inside. He was mine. Forever mine. No matter where the years or time took us, he would always be my first, and he would always be mine.

  I ground my hips against his needing him to give my body what it ached for.

  “More,” I begged. “More.” He might be the Dom, but I was the one in control.

  “You’re killing me. Fucking killing me.”

  I gave a triumphant smile as Max pumped in and out, taking us close to the edge.

  Tingles began in my toes and worked their way up my body. Coiling tighter and tighter when they reached the apex of my thighs. I thrashed against him, seeking my climax. Then, with one powerful thrust from Max, I lost it.

  Nonsensical words fell from my lips. I was screaming, crying, sobbing, begging. My pussy muscles clasped his cock and refused to release him.

  “Do you want me to come?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I cried. “Let me feel you.”

  Like a man possessed, he pumped his hips and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I dug my heels into his lower back, urging him to go as deep as he could.

  On a growl, he bit out my name, and I felt his cum spurt inside me. I orgasmed for the second time. This one stronger than the last.

  “I love you.” My words were so low, they weren’t even a whisper. There was no way he heard them, but I had to say them to release them from my heart.

  Chapter 10 - Max

  I woke up early and left Charli sleeping. As tempting as it was to wake her up and fuck her again, I would let my pet rest. She would need all the sleep she could get. My heart palpitated, thinking about what had occurred between us. I was falling head over heels in love.

  I went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for us. It surprised most people I cooked. Not because of my gender so much as my position and wealth. Everyone assumed I’d have staff to cook for me. Other than Cedric, and a few cleaners, there weren’t any ‘people’ to speak of. I liked my privacy.

  It was the first time in years I’d made waffles for two. Elsa had taught me when I was ten, and they’d been a favorite since. Closing the waffle iron lid, I reached for the plates, hardly noticing as Charli came in. She wore just a shirt, most of the buttons open.

  “No,” I said. “I didn’t permit you to wear my clothes. You know what happens when you do things you’re not supposed to.”

  She jumped in s
urprise. Then nodded and bent over the counter. She knew it was coming. Pulling up the back of the shirt, I spanked her hard. My hand made a resounding smack on her sweet ass.

  Charli didn’t cry. Didn’t yelp. She just stood there, ass presented, as I struck her. Five times on one cheek and five on the other. Each smack bringing up a bright red handprint in her pale skin. She was brave and took her punishment stoically.

  “Go put some clothes on—your clothes.”

  She lowered her eyes. “Yes, master.”

  I’d spanked her so hard she walked funny as she left the kitchen. I felt a pang of guilt about punishing her after the night we’d had but consoled myself with knowing that she had learned something. The pain wouldn’t be for nothing.

  The waffle iron beeped as Charli returned. I unplugged it so that I could give her my full attention. She stood still as I walked around her. Examining every inch. She was slouching, so I pulled her into position.

  “Better. Hold it there,” I said.

  “Yes, Master.”

  True to her word, Charli stayed in the position I’d put her even as I lifted the back of her skirt and inspected her underwear.

  “Silk panties, good girl.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “Bra?” I asked, squeezing her tits hard.

  “Yes,” she gasped, still staying in position.

  Moving around her again, I ran a hand up her skirt and slipped a finger into the front of her panties. While holding the back of her neck with my free hand, I slipped two fingers into her pussy.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “A little sensitive, but okay. Thank you for last night, Master.”

  “You’re welcome, pet.”

  Washing my hands, I served up the waffles with all the trimmings, and we sat down to breakfast. My sweet Charli minded her posture the entire time. She was doing better, though not perfect. I noticed several errors with the utensils. It was a small thing in terms of her current job but a big thing if she wanted to move on. Some people in my circle would notice such things, and she would be immediately found out and shunned. I wouldn’t have that, and it needed to be corrected.