Under My Boss's Authority: Office Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Boots. Soft leather. Crunching glass.

  This is it. Oh God, this is it. Please forgive me for being a bitch in high school. I didn’t mean not to make friends. I’m sorry I lied to my dad that day I played hooky. I am sorry for not donating to charity and drinking Starbucks on Monday mornings right outside the church.

  Oh God, I am sorry for never closing my eyes when mom prayed. I am sorry I thought about Henry in those dirty ways. I’m-

  ‘Julia!’

  Eyes wide open.

  I know those boots.

  ‘Julia!’

  I know that voice.

  ‘Henry?’

  ‘Julia!’

  Heavy arms lift the bed’s covers up and a concerned, upside down face meets mine. Henry. He came. I am unlocked on the inside, and the tears do their thing.

  ‘Hey, hey… it’s alright. It’s okay.’

  Warmth. Embrace. Safety.

  ‘I don’t know what it was… I… I… I was on the phone with you and then I heard a loud crash in the… in the kitchen… and I had to hide for I don’t know how long in there… and… oh God...’

  Am I breaking down, or are his hands on my face?

  They are on my face.

  He glances at me and smiles.

  ‘I came here as fast as I could. The front door was open and intact. There’s nobody here besides me. I checked. You are safe. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.’

  Those words are rare and few and far in between. The throb in my heart slows down. I smell his outdoorsy scent mixed with cologne. It beats harder, this time for something else. His touch.

  I have not felt his skin on mine like this before. Fear is out of the window. This is something else.

  And he feels it too.

  Between us there is a simmering heat begging to be cooled. He searches for it with the tip of his lips. I help him. We find it together, at the same place, at the same time, and we merge. He tastes of old liquor and caged hunger. His nose rubs into mine, and I breathe him in. I am weightless. I am floating.

  We lose it and stare into each other’s eyes. I see dilated beings begging to be closed. He shuts them. I do too.

  We find that heat again, this time with dripping wetness of our own. His tongue explores my mouth. I back away, shy. He beckons me. Fingers go deep into my hair. Fingers go wider onto my robed body. I sigh into him.

  ‘I’m kinda naked underneath.’

  He grins widely and asks, ‘Aren’t we all?’

  My handsome boss strips me down easily. I watch as the soft hazy yellow light hits his solid frame. He is in a coat, a button-down shirt, khaki pants and a leather belt intact. Under the buckle is a bulge and it’s growing.

  His fingers slide down my arms, the underside of the robe slithering off my skin like a sheet off a brand new car. I am cold. He fills that void.

  Lips meld into one tangle for absolution, and his weight presses against my chest. My hand is above my head. I feel his bicep trace across my erect nipples, and he finds my other hand.

  I am shackled by his grip. His tongue slithers across the space between my D cups, and his teeth remind my radiating nipples who he is.

  My boss. Pinning me down. Unbuckling himself.

  His pants fall off and I help him kick them away. He lifts his torso above mine and watches every inch of me. He’s like a tiger on a gazelle or playing with its food. He licks his lips and nods.

  I use my calves. Then my feet. His pants slide off. I graze his buttock, tight and firm. The black bulge does not beg for release.

  I do.

  Slowly.

  Nine inches minimum. It is straight, no curves. Full of veins. And it is very, very hard.

  ‘Henry...’

  ‘I know.’

  ‘You do?’

  ‘I’ll be gentle,’ he whispers.

  It is like the best holiday meal, rolled up into a feeling. He is now plunging into the parts of my body that nothing except for two of my fingers has ever touched. My clit sends jolts up and down my neck. I feel my nails dig into his shoulders, my teeth clenched, and my body opening up for him.

  Henry rubs along my cunt, while my juices that have been percolating for him for over three years, a testimony unveiled, are oozing down my pink pussy for him. He goes in deeper. I feel its heat, its paced throbs.

  I open my eyes and calm down, the sudden shift in feeling, the range of element panicking through my body, and see him. The thin line across the bottom of his face curves into a loving smile.

  ‘You feel and look amazing, Miss Cast.’

  ‘You too,’ I say. ‘I’ve been wanting this for a long time.’

  ‘Ah. So have I.’

  His grip tightens. My heart skips. It skipped like this once before, on the very top of a long dip down a roller coaster.

  Henry takes his shaft out of me by two inches or so.

  Then he rams it all the way in. My thighs weaken and my chest heaves. He pulls back out and rams it in again.

  ‘Ah!’ I say, feeling pain mixed with pleasure.

  ‘Shush, Miss Cast. The fun has not yet even begun.’

  Henry is no more man than animal. Skin becomes machine as he plunders and caresses and fucks and makes love to me. My arms grow tired. They ache from clutching unto nothing.

  My breasts are sore, wet and in pain from his biting, his slurping, his slapping. I beg for release, and he tells me, in no word, all grunts, how he will not grant it to me unless… unless I give in and cum for him.

  ‘Heeenryyyy,’ I moan, as an orgasm overtakes me.

  Pound for pound, my core winds itself and uncoils in unfettered explosion. I scream hard and feel my thighs and ass cheeks clench to release something more than just an orgasm. Powerful and wet, three spurts of clear liquid splash across him. Three short bursts from my cunt.

  And he does not stop.

  His thick balls slap my pussy hard. Now I feel only pleasure, no pain. God, I want so badly to lick them, as I always have done in my fantasies. I treasure the danger of doing this. The risk. The urge to stifle my screams and hope that no one walks in to harm us.

  Oh fuck… yes… yes... yeeesss…. The… mmmh… the blood boiling… the rush to fuck and own and be owned and…

  ‘Aaaah.’

  He slows his thrust and lets the wave crash through me. I arch my back so hard his cock twists with mine. I suck it all in; the salty air, our pent-up energy, his fucking shaft ready to spurt and explode, and I cum.

  ‘Oh, Julia,’ he groans.

  I open my eyes to see his pulsing dick expunge jets of cum all over my chest and thighs and breasts.

  The ecstasy is fantasy. The twin pulsing is unfamiliar and blissful.

  I am a virgin no more.

  Chapter Six - Henry

  I am engulfed by dreams so wild their comprehension evades me. Julia’s pussy lathers my cock with cunt juice and pulls me in when I pull out.

  She is under my grip, under my weight, under my spell, under my complete and utter ownership of her body, mind and soul. Her legs hook me by the waist, and I plunge deeper, balls deeper, until I feel the familiar rise.

  Her lips softly melt into mine. Our sweat joins into something similar as I fuck her mind out and breathe breath into her. Her eyes roll up and inward. Her breasts, so sweet and bubbly under my tongue, bounce against my chin.

  She wants so badly to use her hands. She does not understand.

  I make the rules.

  This is just the beginning.

  She is in my arms, the coat and robe tussled somewhere at the foot of the bed. She plays with the tiny pool of cum on her navel. I play with the spray of gush that she squirted all over my shirt and arms.

  ‘Keeping the coat on was an extra touch. I liked the feeling. It rubbed my ass and covered us up really well.’

  She laughs and leans into my chest. I untangle her hair and fray her scalp mildly.

  She sighs.

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sp; ‘What?’

  Lifting her eyes up at me, she says, ‘We had sex in a house that has just been raided. Don’t you see how...’

  ‘Thrilling it was?’ I reply.

  ‘You think that was thrilling?’

  She sounds… amazed.

  ‘I made sure we were alone, Julia. I made sure of it.’

  Her shoulders shift uncomfortably inward, as if they’re cold. I make up for the shift.

  ‘What happened?’

  Her elbows knock my ribs, gently. I move inward and caress her breast with my pinky, and then, finally, cup it in my hand. Her frown curves upward. It stalls flat. Her eyes glaze over for a second as the memory comes to her. I keep my tongue still and watch and wait.

  ‘It did not just start tonight. I think this has been going on for a very long time. I noticed it for the first time today. I walked in from our work and rested. I was thinking of you, actually.’ I hide my grin. ‘The light went on and off. I saw it. I swear I saw it. I had to come here to check on the house, and also because I need to find more work. Finances aren’t so great for me at the moment.’

  She sucks a sweet cold cup of air and goes on.

  ‘Julia. Forget finances. You know I’ll take good care of you. I’ll quadruple your salary. Don’t worry about that. What’s this other issue?’

  ‘I think I’m being stalked, Henry.’

  ‘How?’ I ask softly.

  Her face points east. I follow. A closed thick black laptop rests on the dressing table. The charging light is on. It blinks on the side.

  ‘You think a hacker is stalking you?’

  ‘Hacker… sounds old, but yes. I think so.’

  Feeling a primal need to protect her, I hold her arms and hoist her up. We sit at the edge of the bed. Her thighs are still sticky.

  ‘Do you have a bag packed and ready to go?’

  ‘I do.’

  ‘Grab it and change. We are not safe here.’

  In my mind the rational and logical steps to take slam each other in rapid fire. Her images could be all over the Internet. I could very well be a target, not knowing how many cameras were around her apartment.

  The man or woman, the intruder, must still be in the vicinity. Why did they choose tonight to come to her home and frighten her? What were they here for and why now?

  A curled hand on my shoulder calms me. I turn. She is dressed in sweats and a cotton shirt. A hoodie. Hidden pleasures beam under these clothes. My shaft twitches, even though I know it’s the wrong time.

  ‘Let’s go.’

  The streets are empty. The roar of my steed is loud. The warmth of her arms around me is more than I deserve.

  We are home. I don’t bother with the lights, nor the pleasantries. Her thighs in my arm and her face in my chest, I hold and carry her down the steps into my bedroom. She does not protest. I feel her breath slow down, her guard lowered.

  I know the place like a bat, and after setting her down on the bed, I move away and strike a few matches. Three candles will be enough. The gray walls blink back in old displeasure.

  The room is filled with incandescent light, a taste of the vintage priests who had built this house as a church first. I turn to her, peel off my mask and plod towards the bed. She has her arms to the side, her head tilted. Her eyes are shut, and her breathing is regular. She fell asleep.

  Exhausted, I believe. More emotional than physical. I take my clothes off and join her from behind, spooning and comforting her tired body. I too think of closing my eyes and dreaming of a better morning where it all makes sense.

  Not tonight.

  Tonight I will take my time to observe her. To watch her. I want to study her every pattern, know every strand of hair falling from her crown.

  I want to know her chest, how it heaves when she moves an inch to the left. How she reacts when I squeeze her right ass and play with her labia. How she gasps for air when I choke her. How she screams when I tell her not to cum. I want to watch her wake up with no sense of gravity, space or time.

  I want her to realize just how out of control her life has become.

  Chapter Seven - Julia

  Flickering. Subtle. Vibrant. No wind. Lush movement. I swallow. Restriction. I cannot move. Another.

  I open my eyes.

  On my back, I am fixed in place. My arms cannot move. I smell sage in the far distance. The air is clear and light. The towering man lifts his feet from the padded floor with calculation. I sigh.

  ‘Henry?’

  A black pod is in his hands. His skin glows from the lights above. The lights, bulbs as tiny as strawberries, move and wave. They are candle lights. I see that now. I turn my head. More candles.

  ‘Where are we?’

  ‘In my home, Julia.’

  ‘I know that, silly. I mean... why can’t I turn my head?’ I blink and see more. ‘And why are you naked?’

  He circles me quietly. The dimple in his sculpted back tightens. I exhale and move my ankles. I feel no fabric on my body.

  ‘Why am I naked?’ I ask.

  ‘You ask so many questions, Miss Cast.’ He stops and faces the gray walls. His beautiful face turns toward me and our eyes lock. ‘Perhaps I can remedy that.’

  He squeezes his fist. My world explodes.

  Between my thighs.

  It throttles me into involuntary spasms. My clit. My labia. The inner sapling of my G-spot. Oh God… YES.

  He squeezes his fist. It stops. I fight to align my breathing.

  ‘Henry… what is this?’

  There is a vibrator inside of me, hooked onto the very spots of pleasure to which my fingers are accustomed. My fingers, and now his thick cock. I see it rise and fall, his pelvic muscles controlling every twitch, every flow of life down to it.

  His breath is strong above my face. His arms, moisturized and flexed, caress my shoulders in an effort to calm me down. I am anything but calm.

  ‘You are in my Pleasure Room, Miss Cast. It is filled with toys for both all kinds of kink, and I have prepared it just for you. Well, I have been preparing it just for you for a year.’

  ‘A year?’

  He shushes me with his finger. Fore. Middle follows. Tip after tip they graze my bottom and then top lip. He urges me to open them, my teeth, my mouth.

  ‘Wider,’ he commands.

  I do as he says. He tastes like cherries. No. Strawberries. I’ve never tasted anything like it before. He swirls and twirls them around my tongue, and I do my best to wet them. I am tempted to bite him, make him feel pain…

  ‘Stop.’

  He’s in my mind. I let him be, and the oral invasion is over. He pulls out and makes sure I watch him lick them clean. I squirm.

  ‘Tonight, you have surely rested. I willed you to rest. Do you understand what this means?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘You will address me as Red.’

  ‘Really, Henry?’

  His fist squeezes. The jolt surprises me. Oh gosh… I am soooo close to… oh mmmmmmh…

  He stops.

  ‘No, R… Red.’

  He leans over my face. I feel his heart through the top of his shoulders. I feel him in control.

  ‘Good girl,’ he replies softly. He leans so close I can taste his lips once more. ‘Now close your eyes.’

  ‘Red?’

  ‘Do as you are told.’

  ‘Yes, Red.’

  I shut the world out and listen. His body heat feathers across my skin. Flesh boils and pines for sweet release. Warm fingers wrap around my clit, pampering an already fixed vibrator. Thighs widened. Ankles shackled. Arms tied down. Womb screaming for cum. Lips and mouth filled with his thick, long cock. Tongue wet and ready. A sigh.

  I hear the button click.

  Tables turn. I feel gravity rush the blood down. My head is full. Cock and balls, slapping and filling my throat. Tears sting my eyes. Horrid pleasures rip through my core. Clit is owned. Cunt is his. His cock is slo
w. The machine is not. Higher setting. I suck it in. I inhale through my nose.

  My thighs expel the thing. He pushes it back in. His thighs slap and fold over my ears. The smell of musk and cum envelop me. I cannot scream. My body shudders and convulses to the rapid pulses from the vibrator inside of me. T

  he orgasms overlap and I swallow his cock all the way down my throat. I cry and spit him out, the salt and sweet pre-cum oozing down my chin.

  ‘REEEEEDD,’ I howl out. The buzzing stops. His cock slaps against my cheek. I calm down. ‘My pussy is on fire, Red.’

  ‘Open your eyes.’

  I see him squatting beside me. He pats my hair to the side and kisses me on the forehead.

  ‘Did you like that?’

  ‘I did,’ I reply, panting.

  ‘Good.’ He stands straight and tall on the other side. His thighs and my ass meet. Vibrator in his hands. Cock on my clit. He nods. I close my eyes.

  I hear the button click.

  I feel them both inside of me.

  I scream his name. His real name. He does not stop. He thrusts as deep as where my secrets sleep and tortures my clitoris with the vibrator for eternity. I lose count. I lose feeling of who I was before I woke up.

  I close my eyes, tired.

  My hands are free. So are my legs. I am moving, and not walking. Henry has me in his arms, and I think we are going upstairs. My body is not my own. I try scratching his chest. My fingers cannot move. I taste semen on my lips. Semen and strawberries.

  ‘I love you, Julia,’ he says to me. ‘I have always loved you and now I’m glad I can own you. I can possess you whenever I want.’

  ‘I love you, too, Henry,’ I say in a haze.

  I close my eyes and allow myself to get lost in the echo of my mind.

  I like it here. With Henry, who owns me completely.

  Chapter Eight - Henry

  She breathes like a newborn kitten, cuddled and cute. Her hair is all messed up and tangled in my face and neck. I like it a lot. I like how she’s slept all night and into the morning. I want her to wake up and suck my dick.