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

by Jamie Knight

  His voice had a velvety quality that was warm and inviting. I couldn’t help but be taken in by him.

  “Thank you,” I said. “I try to do the best that I can for you.”

  “I see it, too,” he said, nodding. “But more than just your work excites me. It’s you. I’m finding myself falling for you. And part of me wants to hold back from falling for you. But another part of me is letting it happen. And why not? These are strange times. The way I see it is that I might as well enjoy myself however I can. And this feels really good. You make me feel really good.”

  “I’m falling for you, too,” I admitted.

  I had been attracted to him almost from the moment that I walked into the apartment. And the more I got to be around him and be his pet, the more my feelings for him grew.

  I had been dying for him to fuck me. And now it was finally going to happen. What was even better was that he was giving in to me, giving me what I wanted, because he was falling for me.

  He unbuttoned my shirt, took it off and threw it across the room. I took off my bra and tossed it on the floor. I lay in his bed, completely naked. I couldn’t wait for him to take me.

  “You’re so hot,” he said. “I love your curvy body, your big tits. You make me so hard.”

  He took off his pants and his dick popped out. It really was so hard for me. And big, too, of course. I crossed my legs, my pussy throbbing as I watched him rubbed his cock in his hand. It got harder, longer, and thicker.

  He leaned in close to me, rubbing his huge, hard cock on my inner thigh, creeping in slowly toward my pussy. My heart was racing in anticipation. He pressed his hard dick against my wet pussy, slapping it against my lips. My clit jumped in response.

  “There we go,” he said. “Good girl. I love when your body shows me it wants me. Your little pussy is just begging for this big cock of mine, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said. “It’s so ready to feel you inside it.”

  He opened my pussy lips with his dick head and pushed his way into my pussy. My hole stretched open wide to greet him. He filled every inch of me. I gasped as he pushed his dick inside of me, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

  He groaned and closed his eyes, sinking deeper into my pussy. He pushed his dick in and out of me slowly, caressing my face while he did it. It was so tender. He felt so good inside me, and it was obvious it felt good for him, too.

  “Fuck yeah,” he moaned. “I’m in your tiny virgin pussy and it feels so wet and hot. I’m filling you up with my cock. You’re being crammed and stuffed full of me, my little pet. Good girl. Take my cock. Take it. Fuck yeah.”

  I didn’t even mind how much he stretched my tight little pussy with his big dick. It felt amazing. He pushed his dick in and out of me faster, holding my hips as he pushed.

  I opened my legs wider to let him in even deeper. He was so deep inside of me I could feel him in my stomach.

  “Oh, Boss, you’re all the way inside me. Your big dick is filling me up,” I told him, getting caught up in his dirty talk.

  “I love how you open up your legs for me and squeeze my cock with your pussy and let me all the way in,” he said. “You learned your lessons well, my pet. You’re the best employee ever and I just want you to stay here and let me fuck you whenever I want. Let me fill you up with this cock that needs your pussy so bad.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said. “You can fuck me any time you want. My pussy belongs to you. Your cock belongs inside me.”

  “Mmmm,” he groaned, and I felt his dick start to throb and pulse inside me, as I felt another wave of heat wash over me.

  We both came hard, collapsing in a heap in the bed. I stared up at the ceiling while my pussy throbbed. It was like a dull ache. It was like I could still feel him inside of me.

  After a few minutes, Brody rolled over and sat up on an elbow, looking at me playfully.

  “It won’t always be like this, you know,” he said. “All soft and gentle. I’m going to be tying you up and spanking you again soon, so expect it. Today, though, I just wanted to enjoy your body and heart.”

  I smiled.

  “That sounds great to me,” I said.

  He really could have me any time he wanted, any way he wanted.

  I was his for the taking and I had never been happier.

  Epilogue – Brody

  1 Month Later

  I woke up to a bunch of texts and emails telling me some of the best news that I’d heard in a long time: the lockdown was being lifted tomorrow. I was elated to be able to get out of the apartment and get back to normal life.

  But I also realized that this would be the last day that Candace and I would be quarantined together. She had made the experience very bearable.

  I enjoyed her company and the playing that we did together. Not only that, but she had also become a huge help to my business. I planned on keeping her employed full time. I just hoped I’d get to see her as much, now that we weren’t on lockdown.

  I opened up an email from my old assistant, Sylvia. She told me that her mother had recovered from the Coronavirus. That was such good news. She had proven to be invaluable to my business, too. I was going to keep her on, but in a different way than I was keeping Candace on.

  Instead of keeping Candace as an assistant, I thought about doing something more for her. I would promote her to a higher position. I thought that she would appreciate that, especially since I had treated her differently than I had any other pet. She was more than a pet to me now, though. And I wanted to make sure I let her know that, too.

  And I wasn’t promoting her for the money. I had plenty of money. But I could tell that she enjoyed her work. Plus, she had been so helpful to me. She deserved a promotion and more.

  I really had an itch to see my pet that morning. I walked down the hall to the guest room where she had been staying. I took out some rope and went over to the bed.

  I started tying her arms behind her back, loving how she looked in her thin little tank top and her panties that showed me the outline of her pussy lips. She stirred and woke as I was finishing my knot.

  “Wha-what’s going on?” she asked sleepily, starting to become more alert.

  I didn’t answer. Instead, I stood up and took out my dick, which had already been growing hard from being excited while tying her up. I positioned her on the bed the way that I wanted her, opening her legs so that I could get to her pussy.

  I pushed my dick against her pussy, shoving it in her hole once I found it. She gasped loudly. I acted like I didn’t care. I fucked her pussy hard and fast.

  She squirmed, trying to get free from the rope. But she couldn’t get free. She whimpered.

  My dick was rock hard as I pumped in and out of her pussy roughly. I didn’t slow down. I grabbed her ass as I fucked her, squeezing it. She winced, her ass still sore from the spanking the other day.

  But I wanted to spank her anyway. I swatted at her ass, softly at first. Her pussy felt so good wrapped around my dick. The more excited I got, the harder I spanked her ass. She was screaming out in pain and passion, struggling to break free from the rope that I had her bound in.

  “I know you like this,” I said, grabbing her face in my hands.

  She nodded, even though she had tears in her eyes. I kissed her hard. Then, I pushed her head into the bed, digging my dick deeper into her pussy. I could tell that she loved it. Her pussy was so wet.

  “Whose pussy is this?” I asked, pulling her wide hips into me.

  “It’s yours,” she screamed. “All yours.”

  “It better fucking be,” I said.

  I pulled my dick out of her pussy and grabbed her by the hair. I pushed my cock into her mouth, listening to her gag. I commanded her to suck my dick, which still had her pussy juices on it. She did so happily, cramming my shaft as far down her throat as it would go.

  “Suck my cock, my little pet,” I said over and over, running my fingers through her hair, wrapping it around my fingers, and pulling it.

>   “Yes, Sir,” she choked out, as her lips were wrapped around me.

  I fucked her mouth, almost making her gag a few times more.

  “I’m cumming,” I said, as I felt the orgasm rising inside of me. “Are you going to drink my cum?”

  She nodded, her eyes still watering. I shot my load into her mouth. She sucked greedily, drinking my cum like she was thirsty.

  After I came, I pulled up my pants and tucked my dick away. I untied her and watched as she wiped away stray droplets of cum from the corners of her mouth.

  Then I picked her up and sat her on my lap. I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine. I felt so deeply for her. It was almost overwhelming.

  “I love you,” I said. “I want to be with you romantically after we’re out of quarantine. I just got word that the lockdown has been lifted, but I don’t want to lose you. I have learned so much from you already in the short time that we’ve been together. You’ve taught me that I can trust and love and be committed. When I’m with you, I don’t want to be with anyone or anywhere else. It’s so crazy. But it’s a great feeling. I want you to keep working for me and I’m going to give you a promotion. But most of all I want you to know that I love you and I want to be with you personally, too, not just professionally. And not just as a plaything, a pet. But also as someone I love very much.”

  “I love you, too,” she said, her eyes searching mine. “And I want to keep being with you, too.”

  My heart felt so full.

  I sat her on the bed and kneeled down on one knee.

  “Will you marry me?” I asked her, holding her hands in mine.

  She hesitated and my heart dropped into my stomach for a minute.

  “Are you serious?” she asked, her face looking surprised. “You really mean it?

  “Yes, I am and I do,” I told her, trying my best to reassure her so that she would know just how serious I was. “I know it’s a crazy thing, to go from being a Dom/pet relationship, a boss/employee relationship too, to an engagement. But I’m sure stranger things have happened in life. And I don’t care. We’ll make it work, together. I have never loved anyone and I love you. I want to make sure I can keep you forever. Will you marry me?”

  She smiled at me sweetly.

  “Yes, I’ll marry you,” she said. “I love you so much.”

  I knew that our best days were ahead of us. After going through the quarantine together, I knew that our future was bright.

  “I’m so happy that I answered that strange ad,” she said, laughing.

  I thought about the unusual nature of the ad and was glad that she had responded, too. It brought us together and opened my life up to a joy that I had never imagined even possible.

  “I’m so glad that you were different enough to make me fall in love with you,” I told her. “And that you’re going to be my pet forever.”

  She had been the one to break through my hard shell and soften me. It felt nice. And I looked forward to a lifetime of it.

  We went to get some food and wine so that we could celebrate both the end of lockdown and the beginning of our engagement. As I held her hand in mine, I was looking forward to telling the world that I was finally in love, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful woman by my side.

  THE END

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  Chapter One - Brigid

  The sun has always made me happy. Even when I was a kid. I guess that’s because my name is Brigid which means “fire goddess.” I’ve always liked my name, even if it can be annoying to convince people that I hadn’t said ‘Bridget’ when introducing myself.

  "No," I would always have to explain, “Brigid, with a ‘d,’ not an ‘e’ and a ‘t’.”

  ‘That’s odd,” they would say, as though being odd were a bad thing.

  “It’s Irish,” I would point out, as though this explained everything.

  Of course I knew it was odd.

  How could I not, with the constant reminders?

  Throw in my last name - hilarious but very real - McHaggis. A gift from my Scots-Irish father. I was in for a right ribbing all through grade school. It only made me stronger, though.

  The sun felt good on my skin today, too, as usual.

  “Robin!” Polly exclaimed from her stroller, her chubby little finger pointing at a nearby bird.

  “Very good,” I praised her.

  She didn’t always get the names right, but my little one could identify twelve different types of local fauna and a good amount of the flora to boot. This education was a large part of the reason for our twice-daily walks.

  That, and getting my ass back in shape after having a kid. Pregnancy had done wonderful and lasting things for my chest, though.

  Not to mention that we were in the middle of a Coronavirus pandemic and the entire city was on lockdown. Walking around was my only way to get out of the house and my only form of entertainment.

  The darned and dastardly stone came out of nowhere. I was usually a lot more careful when it came to stroller handling. One small mistake would spell d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r.

  Once we hit the stone the wrong way, Polly seemed more stunned than hurt. The stroller went over onto its side, but its metal frame acted kind of like a roll cage in a race car, the grass on the side of the road also helping to break her fall. Thank mercy for green urban engineering!

  After a moment’s silence, she started to giggle hysterically, as if she was watching one of her baby song and dance shows. At least she was okay. And seemed like she'd love rollercoasters when she got tall enough to ride them.

  Getting the stroller righted was harder than it looked. For a frame of metal with some cloth stretched over it, the thing was bastard heavy, even with little Polly not adding all that much to the overall weight.

  “Need a hand?”

  I nearly fell over when I looked up at the stranger who had approached us. He was beautiful and built like a Viking, tall and muscled. His clothes trended toward punk: a leather jacket and dark jeans.

  His light blonde hair was longish, reaching the top of his collar, but also well tamed, falling in two equal waves that framed his thin, chiseled face. He was riding a fixed-gear bike, like the ones favored in Williamsburg, though he looked to be the farthest thing from a hipster, the tin-can headphones around his neck notwithstanding.

  “I-I-I—”

  “Erudite,” he teased with a good-natured smile.

  “I’m fine. We’re fine, right, Polly?”

  “Wheee!” Polly burbled as I got the stroller upright again.

  “Speaks French, does she?”

  “And she can identify twelve different kinds of animal,” I boasted.

  “Goodness!”

  “I think she is going to be a zoologist.”

  “Or a zoo-keeper. Either way, it’s great,” the beautiful stranger said, smiling in a way that made me want to plant my lips on his.

  “I’m Brigid.”

  “The Irish goddess of fire.”

  “Among other things,” I said, unable to resist.

  I was impressed that he knew about the origin of my name. But I was trying to act cool, calm and collected, especially since I had just taken a tumble from which I was trying to recover.

  “I’m Leif.”

  “Eri
kson?”

  “Distantly related. And this is?”

  “Polly.”

  “Hello, Polly,” Leif said, waving from a distance, respecting the current COVID-19 suggested guidelines.

  Polly gave a baby wave in return, somewhat to my surprise, because she didn’t usually like strangers. She was barely able to stand my sister, Meegan. Though that was far from unusual. My dear blood-relation had all the personal charm and social grace of a bog viper.

  “I think she likes you,” I observed.

  “Clever girl.”

  “She is,” I confirmed.

  “Is she the only one?”

  “Who’s clever?”

  “Who likes me.”

  He smirked.

  “I haven’t decided yet,” I said, still trying to play it cool.

  “Fair enough. I have to be going. Can I get your number?”

  My mind was screaming at me to say no. I didn’t know him. Yeah, he was hot, and I was really lonely and hadn't touched a guy in longer than I dared think about, but he didn’t know that.

  For all he knew I could be married. It took a hell of a lot of front for him to even ask for my number. Particularly so soon after meeting. So why did I still find him so fucking attractive?

  “You first,” I teased.

  He was ready with it before I finished speaking. Armed with his number, I called his phone from mine.

  “Now you have mine,” I said into my speaker when he answered, trying to keep the tremble of excitement out of my voice.

  As a single mom who was usually cooped up with Polly, this really was the most interesting thing that had happened to me in ages.

  Leif remounted his bike and I took the handles of the stroller and we went our separate ways. Catching Leif stealing a glance at my ass, outlined clearly in my yoga pants, as I turned to watch him ride away, I blushed with a wild sort of pride.

  It had been so long since a man had taken an interest in me. Physically or otherwise. I really didn’t know what to make of it. I took Polly home, wondering if he was genuinely going to call but not daring to hope he actually might.