Madilyn St. Clair is finally in my office.
And I can’t tell whether she’s happy about it or not.
Damn it. Leave it to me to pick a mysterious one. But the mysterious ones often turn out to be the best ones. They just seem to test my patience along the way.
I notice her tense, yet still eager posture as she approaches my desk.
I don’t like that she fucking ignored the instructions in my note. She was supposed to come right to my office after orientation ended.
I’ve done my due diligence. I know all about her. Down to the fact that she was dating a wimpy store manager but judging by her Facebook page, she wasn’t very into him. According to Facebook they also broke up recently, which I knew would happen.
But they have a tendency to get back together.
That will change, I’m sure of it. I demand complete loyalty and devotion.
I know better than to give up any power. That’s when a woman thinks she can walk all over a man. The minute he lets down his guard.
Something about Madilyn told me she’d be a challenge. Probably the way she wasn’t “one of them”— the summer associates— but became one of them by the time it mattered; by the time the firm was handing out permanent offers.
Maybe by the way she seems so focused and dedicated. It’s as if she doesn’t care to even pretend to be like the rest.
I can tell I’ve got my work cut out for me. I need to keep close track of her.
I ordered the construction on the wing of the associate floor that contains Madilyn’s office before she was scheduled to start work. I knew there would be no choice for anyone to put her anywhere else but in the paralegal’s cubicle section, which, ever since a data breach in a big case a few years ago, has a video- monitored security system and also has keyloggers installed on the computers.
I have her right where I want her. Where I can see her, where I can watch her, where I can know what she’s doing and— to the best of my ability— what she’s thinking.
And where I knew to walk by this morning and find a reason to chastise her. I knew that made her fucking hot. I could see her cheeks flush and hear her breath quicken.
I know that after I walked away she went to the bathroom, even though she thinks I had stopped watching her by then. I bet she couldn’t help but play with her undoubtedly beautiful little pussy while she thought about my huge cock fucking her in and out for the very first time.
Oh yeah.
I also know that she’s a virgin.
She doesn’t advertise that fact on Facebook of course.
But I just know these things. From the way she carries herself to the way she looks at me with eager anticipation, I know that she still has her sweet juicy cherry and she wants me to pop it. And I plan to do just that.
Right now I can hear her breathing in and out, just inches away from my desk. She smells like lightly scented lavender perfume mixed with the coffee I saw her drinking earlier.
She’s obviously curious about what I want from her but I don’t want to reward her disregard of my instructions with any kind of clarity. She’ll find out soon enough what I’m all about, if she doesn’t already know.
“Madilyn, I’ve put together some files I think you should start working on,” I tell her, nodding to an accordion file on a chair to my right, which has about five thin files in it as well as a manila envelope.
“These are all client matters for which I think you’d be well suited to help me,” I explain. “Each of them contains explicit instructions for what I’d like you to do. I think you should begin looking them over this evening, and we can talk more tomorrow.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She says it firmly yet cautiously, looking at me as if she’s expecting more.
Good.
I always leave them wanting more.
We’re off to a good start, although a bumpy one.
I raise my eyebrows at her to remind her that she’s forgotten something.
“I mean, Boss,” she says. “Yes, Boss.”
She takes a sharp breath inward and I can tell that she likes saying it.
Yes Boss.
Please Boss.
More Boss.
I want her to say all of those things and more.
I want her to say take my virginity, Boss.
I want to hear her scream that while I’m making her moan and beg for my big cock.
“Very well,” I tell her. “Our official training begins tomorrow. The instructions in the file contain everything you need. Welcome to the firm.”
She hesitates and then nods. Her tongue briefly licks her full lips. I can’t wait to bite them and suck on them. But I have to time things right. I don’t want to jump the gun. I already feel myself getting a little too excited about this one for my own good so I have to hold back.
She walks over to the chair and bends down slightly to pick up the file folder. All morning as I gave my presentation I had the pleasure of staring at her breasts. Like her lips, they’re full and inviting. And now I’m able to get a good look at her ass. Curvy and perky.
Perfect.
“Thank you, Boss,” she says, once she has the file in her hands.
“You may go now,” I tell her, waving my hand at her and looking back down at the work on my desk.
I want so badly to watch her as she walks out but I don’t. I know there will be plenty of time for me to see everything I want to see, soon enough. I just have to remain patient and fight this feeling of instant attraction and desire that’s so strong it seems it wants to consume me.
I will take Madilyn St. Clair and make her mine. But I won’t let her fucking make me hers. I don’t belong to anyone but myself. I just need to fucking remember that.