Adie
Bend over my desk. I’ve been desperate to say those words all morning, but so far, Elizabeth has been very careful to avoid me. Wouldn’t that be a shocking state of affairs? The woman has been relentlessly pursuing me from the second I started working here, and now, after a tame spanking session, my boss is nowhere to be found. She can’t elude me forever, though. There is nowhere to hide in this building, not even the ladies’ toilets, as she discovered to her chagrin the other day. Wherever she is, I will hunt her down, slam her against the wall, and then fuck her. Wall or desk? I tap my pen on the table, considering the merits of each. Hmm, it depends which room we’re in and what’s handy at the time. It’s good to keep things interesting.
As it is, I’ve had a very busy morning and it would be nice to let off some steam. Ione is now happily drugged up to her eyeballs and has been deposited to a safe place, where she can sleep off the effects of my chemical cocktail in peace. She’s not going to be any fun for at least the next eight hours, so I need to get my fix here first. That will tide me over until my little captive awakes. Thinking about that state of affairs almost has me rubbing my hands in glee. While I can’t fuck her up too badly, I have plans for her – lots of plans. My little princess is going to have a very exciting day. Let’s put it this way: she’s going to remember it for a few years to come. I would say I hope she plays nice, but that’d be a lie. I hope she fights me tooth and nail every step of the way. It’s nice to be presented with a challenge once in a while.
The telltale squeak of the door handle then alerts me to someone’s presence, and as it begins to move, I sit back in my chair. This had better be Elizabeth. She’s kept me waiting for an hour now, and I am not a patient man.
“Hello, Adrien.” Today, Elizabeth seems back to her old self. Her hair is expertly styled, her makeup is immaculate, her black pencil dress clings to every curve, and her stockings are once again where they’re supposed to be. If she’s foolish enough to be wearing panties, she’s going to regret it, because I’m going to rip them to shreds. She’ll learn.
“Why hello, Elizabeth. You look positively ravishing.” This is no word of a lie. She does.
Letting the door close quietly behind her, she looks at me and raises one very impervious eyebrow. Ahh, so she still thinks she’s the boss around these parts. Interesting.
“You wanted to see me?” Her mascara-laden eyelashes blink at me several times as she plays coy. She knows exactly why I want her here.
Standing up, I move towards her. If she intends to run, she won’t get far.
“Bend over my desk, Elizabeth. I don’t like to be kept waiting any more than you do. Let’s get this over with, shall we?”
Elizabeth steps backwards as I walk forward, her hand closing on the door handle. I don’t think so. Placing my hand on her wrist, my eyes glower in warning.
“The desk, Elizabeth,” I say in a low growl as my grip tightens around her hand. “Don’t be shy. You do remember our agreement?” I know damn well she does, but I’ll happily spell it out again if she needs a reminder.
“Actually, our agreement is now null and void,” she says, straightening up to her full height. She does her best to look as imposing as possible, think eighties-style shoulder pads, but it’s not going to work with me.
“The one where you promised to do everything I said for a month? How is it null and void?” Bringing her body up close to mine, I press the full length of my arousal into her crotch and watch her sharp intake of breath. As my lips get to within millimeters of hers, her eyes flutter up to mine nervously, while she licks her bottom lip.
“It is null and void because you no longer have your cellphone. I stole it.”
I press up a little closer to the boss lady, until our bodies are actually touching, and release a killer grin when Elizabeth gasps. Yep. I’ve still got it.
“Hmm. About that. You’ve been a very naughty girl, Elizabeth. Tell me, what do you think happens to naughty girls around these parts?” Her body suddenly stiffens, as she realizes today might not pan out exactly how she thought it would. Oh dear. That is too bad.
“You can’t touch me. I have your phone. It’s locked away somewhere safe. Keep your distance, Dumortier.” Funnily enough, she doesn’t pull away as she says those words, and her eyes are still on my lips. The old Dumortier charm is alive and well.
“Do you really think I’d leave my cell in my pocket, all nice and neatly wrapped up, just waiting for you to steal it, Elizabeth? Come on now, you know me better than that. You can’t con a conman, Ms. Sharkey. By the way, you need to work on your technique. You’re a bit heavy-handed and out of practice, I’m afraid.”
“So, it wasn’t your phone?” Her voice has gone from bold and determined, to rather squeaky and desperate.
“It’s a clone of my phone. It has the videos on there, but not a lot else. I’d keep it safe if I were you.”
“You set me up,” she whispers.
“I’m not an amateur, Elizabeth. You know that. I just wanted to see if you’d do it.” Positioning my finger under her chin, I tip her head up until a pair of rather distressed amber eyes hit mine. God, they look wonderful when immersed in fear. They’re going to look even better in a few minutes’ time, too.
“So, do I get bonus points for trying to take my fate back into my own hands?” At the moment, she’s desperately trying to find a way to wriggle herself out from under my clutches. I wish her luck with that.
“Well, that is a good question,” I say, as my thumb feathers across her skin. “In all honesty, you should. It was a sensible move, orchestrated fairly quickly, and if I wasn’t an expert in pick-pocketing myself, you might almost have gotten away with it.”
“But?” Her face is pretty as a picture, if you’re a fan of Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream.’ Her lips are round and wide, her eyes horrified, and the lines upon her forehead look a little strained. Poor baby.
“Butt. That’s the right word. That’s how I’m going to punish you, poppet. I can’t have you going around trying to do a number on me. You are mine for the month. That’s the deal. Wherever I want, whenever I say. There is no get-out clause. In that time, I expect you to be obedient to my every command, and I also expect you not to fuck me over at any given opportunity. If you make that mistake again, those video clips will be posted all over the office and on social media, and that’s a promise. Do you understand?” She’d better. I’m not giving her another warning.
“I understand,” she whispers.
She doesn’t. “Really, that’s what I should be doing now. I think that naughty, wet pussy would look heavenly draped all over Facebook and Twitter. Did you watch the videos all the way through, by the way?”
She shakes her head slowly. “I haven’t figured out how to get through your passcode yet. I was going to give it to one of the tech guys this afternoon.”
“I wouldn’t,” I say, smirking. “I had a lot of fun with some extra-large dildos and whipped cream.”
“Oh God.” Elizabeth’s face looks ashen.