ONE WEEK LATER
I couldn’t have asked for a better first day being assigned to Damien. I still work for Jim but while he’s in court I get to work on Damien’s case which is a lot more exciting than I’m used to.
Ruby’s on her honeymoon with Ron— they’re taking a tour around several Greek islands and I have to wonder if they’re having as much fun there as Damien and I had in Ibiza, which I happen to think is a little impossible— but I had told her what has happened between Damien and me.
She said she knew that something—or someone— was making me more productive and happier at work and in general but she never knew how excited I’d become about being a secretary. And she’s right. I never knew I’d enjoy the job so much. I’ve even started helping Ruby on some of the IT and computer stuff around the office.
I haven’t seen Damien much but I think he’s been purposefully distant. He had told me he plans to punish me for what I let him to do to me and I think he means it.
Damien had instructed me to come to his office after I finish the filing, so I do. It’s funny that on my first day of working for him my boss is already having me stay late and that I’m happy to do it. This can only mean he wants to be with me again the way we were before.
I can’t believe that after he took my virginity, and took me on a public beach, he’s now in charge of my employment. But there’s no one else I’d rather be the boss of me— in more ways than one.
Damien and I are the only ones still at the office. Or at least I think so anyway. But I suppose part of what makes this— whatever “this” is— so fun is wondering whether that’s really true. Just like on the beach. Except now the excitement is happening a lot more intimate and closer to home— or work, anyway.
A chill runs down my spine and I can finally see what Ruby found so enthralling when it came to working for the man she was sleeping with. I’m not sure what all this type of arrangement entails but I’m ready for it.
I’m so glad just to have the chance to be with Damien again. He must feel the same since he’s having me stay here late, just the two of us.
I know it’s not like we’re Madilyn and Asher, or Cameron and Ruby, having a full-blown relationship. What Damien and I are doing will just stay confined as a secret office fling.
And that’s fine with me. I don’t want to get too involved. Only bad things happen when people fall in love.
Or at least that’s what I keep trying to remind myself.
As soon as I walk into Damien’s office, he looks at me with somber, dark eyes.
“Katie,” he says.
I can tell he’s trying to act gruff, as if he means business. But his eyes are looking at me in that way that lets me know he wants to take me. Make me his all over again.
“Yes?”
I can already feel my panties getting damp. I can’t believe how much control he has over me. My own body betrays me when I’m near him, so I just give into it.
I’m afraid to say too much, because I don’t want to say everything. How I loved what he did to me before, for my very first time. How I want him to do it again.
“I’m your boss now.”
“I know.”
Silence fills the office. I’m waiting for him to say what he’s thinking. Afraid of what it could be. Suddenly, his careful tone seems to be letting me know that maybe we’re not on the exact same page after all.
“We can’t do what we did before, ever again.”
He nods his head at me, as if wanting me to agree.
“I know.”
But I don’t really know. I feel disappointed.
I guess that’s it then.
“This needs to be a professional work environment and the last time I saw you, you didn’t behave very professionally at all. The last two times, in fact.”
“That’s true.”
I say this part hesitantly, not wanting to ruin the mood. There’s a crack in his voice that lets me know he wants me still, just as much as I want him. He just knows that he’s not supposed to take me. Even if I want him to.
“You made me do dirty, filthy things to you.”
“Very true, Boss.”
“I took your innocence. And now I’m your boss.”
“That’s right, Boss.”
“You made me do it.”
“I know. It was my fault.”
I know he wants me to say these things. He wants me to absolve him of his guilt.
It should seem strange that he’s blaming me for things that he himself clearly enjoyed very much. I can still remember his hard, throbbing cock, which let me know just how much he enjoyed it both times.
But saying these things also makes me feel powerful— that I can make him do things he logically doesn’t want to do. He can’t help himself. Just like I can’t help but get wet and weak for him.
“Before we can move forward, I think it’s only right that I punish you for what you made me do to you.”
“I agree.”
I sit up straighter, wondering what exactly he has in mind. I would welcome any touch from him— even if it’s punishment, as he calls it.
Anything so that I can feel him, be close to him, once again. I’ve never known a power as strong as the hold he has over me, for reasons I can’t even understand. And I’m glad to know it’s mutual.
“After this, we’re going to be done,” he says. “As soon as I punish you.”
“Yes sir.”
“Why don’t you come over here and let me administer your punishment?” he asks.
I nod, not even needing to talk anymore. Just wanting to let myself go and give up control to him.
I walk around to his side of the desk and stand next to him.
“I need you on my lap so that I can give you the spanking you deserve,” he says.
His voice sounds authoritative. Commanding. Boss-like.
“Yes, sir.”
I bend over and lie down across his lap, so that I’m looking at the floor of his office. He lifts up my skirt, so that my bare ass is exposed to him. I’m wearing a thong but otherwise he can see everything.
“You were very naughty the last time we were together, weren’t you?” he asks, his hands tracing the curves of my ass cheeks.
“Yes, Boss, I was,” I admit. “I was a really bad girl.”
I can feel his cock rising slightly beneath me, poking my belly. I’ve missed it and I want to make it as hard as I know it can get. I want him to do all things he did to me the last time we were together: when he tied me up and fucked me. And all the things he did to me the time before that: when he made love to me for my very first time.
“You made me want to do really dirty things to you, didn’t you?”
He grabs my ass with both of his hands and squeezes hard. I do my best not to cry out in pain, but I let out a little gasp.
“I did, Boss.”
“I’m going to punish you for that,” he says. “I need to spank you. To show you who’s in charge.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Whap.
His hand comes down hard and fast on the left side of my ass.
“Ouch!” I can’t help but cry out.
“Shhhhh. People might still be at the office. They might hear you.”
He places a hand over my mouth.
“I’ve only just begun to punish you, my pet. It’s going to get a lot worse than this. It’s the only way you’ll learn not to make me want to defile you like I did last time we were together.”
I had known the spanking was coming— he had certainly given me fair warning— but I hadn’t known it would hurt so much. I had never been hit like that before. As tears well up in my eyes, I realize I also liked being spanked more than I was expecting as well.
How can one man give me both so much pleasure and so much pain, all at the same time?
“Do you need another spanking, my dirty little girl?”
“Please, Boss,” I say, almost instinctively.
Whap.
He hits me again in the same spot where he had already just hit me. I had been expecting it on my right ass cheek this time but now my left one burns even more.
“Owww. Boss. That hurts.”
“Your little butt cheek is so red and sore,” he says, patting it and then squeezing it. “I’m leaving my mark all over it. Because you’ve been such a bad girl for me.”
He hits me one, two, three more times all in the same spot, until I’m panting and crying out, “Oh my God. Please, Boss, Please.”
“Please what?” he says, pulling my thong over to the side while his cock grows even harder underneath me. “Do you want me to stop spanking you, or do you want more?”
“More, Boss,” I say, immediately, almost surprising myself with my answer.
“But I’m spanking you so much that your poor little butt cheek is getting raised and welted,” he says, his hands tracing up and down the area he had just hit.
Then he slips a finger inside me.
“I just want to see how wet your tight little pussy is,” he says, tracing the inside of my pussy like he was just tracing the welts he is leaving on my ass. “To see how much you really want more. I see that you do. I’m not sure my punishment is effective then. I’m going to have to punish you some more.”
“Yes, Boss,” I beg, as he begins to rub my clit, teasing me with how much I want him. “Please, Boss. More, Boss.”
“All right,” he says, hitting me hard and fast on my left ass cheek again. “If you insist.”
This time I really do cry out in pain, but he grabs onto my clit and twists and pulls it, making me nearly come from the mix of pleasure and pain as the sting on my ass happens at the same time as the force of his hand on my clit.
“Why don’t you suck on my cock to show me how much you want me to keep spanking you?” he asks.
I obediently unzip his fly and grab hold of his long, hard cock. I’ve been wanting and missing it so much.
“That’s a very naughty girl,” he says, as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. “It’s very bad when you do such dirty things to me. I’m going to have to punish you some more for that.”
“Please, Boss,” I say, raising my ass up higher for him, begging him to spank me again. “More, Boss.”
He leans his hips forward and uses his hand to his cock further into my mouth.
“Show me how much you want more punishment,” he says, as I take his entire cock into my mouth and suck on it. “Yes, just like that.”
He hits my other ass cheek now, hard and fast and many times in a row as I nearly choke on his big cock. He fucks my mouth with his cock while he spanks me and then he holds my swollen ass cheek in one hand while he rubs my clit with his other hand.
I give in to the utter and complete abandonment of being used by him. Punished by him. Wholly his.
“Oh, my God,” I say— or try to say— but my mouth is so full of his cock that I can’t even get the words out. He pulls my hair while I suck his cock. “It feels so good, Boss.”
I feel an orgasm coming on that feels almost as strong as the ones I’ve had when he was inside me. I can’t even believe how good it feels. He expertly flicks and rubs my clit while fucking my mouth.
“I’m coming, Boss,” I tell him, as I give in to the wave of pure pleasure and ecstasy that washes over me.
“That’s my good little girl,” he says. “You’re being a very good girl for your Boss, by being so bad that he has to punish you.”
I come on his hand as his cock pulses inside my mouth.
“Now you’re going to make me come,” he says, taking the juices from my pussy and rubbing them all over my ass.
It feels soothing but I’m still coming down off the high of the orgasm and I don’t want it to be over yet.
He shoots his cum into my mouth while I eagerly swallow it.
“That’s a good girl,” he repeats, as he squeezes my ass while I lick the head of his cock, trying to make sure I’ve sucked every ounce of his sweet liquid into my mouth. “Eat up all my cum like my hungry little slut.”
I lay panting and exhausted across his lap, my breasts on his leg and his hand still cupped on my ass. Then he slaps me hard, one last time, and leans back, away from me.
“That’s it,” he says, “Get up.”
I obediently rise and start straightening out my clothes. I’m so glad I no longer have to go back to the parsonage and face my dad, the pastor. I can only imagine what he would say if he knew I had just sucked my boss’s cock while he spanked me and played with my pussy. It’s not exactly what he meant when he said he wanted me to get ahead at work.
But I know that no lecture or sermon from my strict father could be any crueler than the look that Damien is giving me now. It’s one of satisfaction mixed with regret. He prides himself on his discipline, his integrity. I know he can’t believe what we’ve just done.
“Now that I’ve sufficiently punished you, we’re over,” he says. “You may leave now. And tomorrow you will only be my employee. That’s it. Nothing else.”
“Yes sir,” I say.
I turn to leave with disappointment, my ass stinging and sore, and I’m wondering how I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow, let alone sit down. Damien clears his throat, giving me just enough hope to pause before I’m about to walk out his office door.
“Let me see your ass one more time before you go,” he says. “Just to make sure I’ve really punished you enough.
I lift up my skirt so that he can see my undoubtedly red and welted ass cheeks.
“That’s good. Its, obvious I punished you a lot. Don’t make me have to do that to you again,” he says, causing my heart to race with excitement at the prospect.
“Because next time I won’t be as gentle,” he continues. “It might hurt so much that you’ll want to run away. I might have to tie you up again to prevent that from happening. I can’t even say what I might do, if you make me punish you again. Do you understand?”
“I do, Boss,” I tell him.
“You can go now.”
“Yes, Boss.”
I leave, but I know it’s not for good. It can’t be.
My aching ass is a reminder of what he likes to do to me. He can’t just take my virginity and spank me for letting him do it and then forget all about me forever.
He wants me just as bad as I want him. There must be more. I just know it.
The only problem is, I’m beginning to realize it’s more than just physical. I’m beginning to think we’ve both let ourselves get in too deep to stop this even if we want to.
How much more can either of us handle?
I suppose I’m going to have to find out. Because this feels too good— and too bad— to stop now.