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Morgana

 

“You’re my assistant.”

Mr. Payne kept repeating those words but his hands told a very different story. Especially when he lifted me and my skirt, onto my desk.

His glacial blue eyes melted into a deep ocean and I almost drowned. It wasn’t the pull that was so great I felt it the moment I walked in his office several weeks ago for my interview.

That didn’t have me gasp and turn into a helpless nothing as his fingers slid over my flimsy blouse. It was how he looked at me.

There was an ache behind his gaze. One of longing and something much darker. He hid it well with the ill-tempered wall he built around himself everyday but it only made me curious. Itching to pick away at it. Like he was at my tiny shell buttons.

I hoped when I started working here this attraction, this erotic fascination I had for my boss would be tempered by his dictatorial nature. But the opposite happened. The more he pushed me away, the greedier I became for any scrap he threw my way.

“If you touch me, I don’t know if I will be able to stop myself. You—” Henrik said, his hand grabbing my wrist and pulling it away.

I couldn’t help myself. But he stopped me anyway. The little I did feel, the softness of his shirt hid a very hard chest. It felt like cloth draped over smooth rock.

That curiosity crept back and I bit my lip wondering what hid under that suit. Thoughts that I knew I shouldn’t be having if I ever wanted to keep this job.

I finally got the job I had been wishing for and each day I was tempted by the devil himself, Henrik Payne. As much as the ache between my legs begged for more I couldn’t help but think that this man, this job would change everything. And I might not enjoy the outcome.

“Let me guess, Morgana, you like a little foreplay and feel lucky if the guy gives you sweet kisses all over that pretty pussy of yours?” Henrik’s eyes sparkled with heat and hesitation.

His hands lowered to my thighs grabbing what he wanted and it was all too much to resist. The dirty words, his powerful hands, and the risk, oh God the risk that at any moment this could destroy us, had my body weeping with my panties soaked with its tears.

“Or maybe something a little dirtier, like a naughty spanking causing your sumptuous ass to blush?”

I couldn’t help myself as I pushed my chest out at his words. One of his hands left my thigh and slipped under my blouse. I wanted to speak but as his fingers toyed the yellow lace of my bra every muscle in my body constricted at once, even my throat.

After what felt like hours but were merely seconds I found my voice, shaky but alive, “I . . . I’ve never been spanked before.”

His jaw ticked. Was he disappointed?

Maybe. This confession of mine might be the cold water we both needed to end this here and now. I had been with a few guys. Some in college and then one just after graduation and finally Trevor the douche.

But they were never adventurous in bed. The craziest sex I ever had was the stupid video Trevor took of us and he paid more attention to the camera than me during that.

“So, it’s virgin territory. You really need to stop tempting me, Morgana,” Henrik said, his eyes ticked with some knowledge that I wasn’t to know about.

“First, the cute little skirt at your interview, then the sexy glasses, and now, you are telling me no man has ever caused you to squeal with a much-deserved spanking?”

His fingers forgot my bra and went with gusto to my thighs, causing me to whimper for more. My legs widened succumbing to the building pressure of what he created.

No more were we boss and assistant in an office building after hours, now we were just a man and a woman with a deep, primal urge. That powerful longing that caused his hands to slip under my matching yellow lace panties and me to groan and buck for more.

“Is that better, Morgana? Is that what you want from me? Or maybe just a little bit more.”

No, not a little. I want everything. Every night I fantasize about our clothes tangled on the office floor. Henrik’s chest, his arms, and especially his cock. Is it thick, firm? My mouth salivating of what it all would taste like.

As if he knew what I was thinking, Mr. Payne’s fingers slipped past the edge of lace and delicately traced my clit. It should have felt good, but it didn’t.

I jerked at the searing ache, like hot and cold at once, that bolted through me. Just the lightest of touch from him had me dripping for more. We were still clothed and had barely done anything and this had been the greatest sexual experience of my life.

He groaned and I saw it in his eyes. Whatever I felt, the intense pleasure coursing through my body, he wanted more. So I reached for him. But that was a mistake.

Henrik pulled back. “What did I say about touching me? I don’t think you really want this.”

I wanted to nod at him like a fool. Beg him to continue but it was the war behind his eyes that stopped me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said.

The way Henrik gazed at me it was as if I stumbled into a conversation I was never meant to hear. One where my life, my heart lie in the balance.

I swallowed but feared reaching out to him. Normally, I would say something stupid, make light of the situation. Try to diffuse it, but something told me to stay still.

Did I care that anyone could walk in? Yes, but this right here was the best I felt in a very long time. It wasn’t just the sex. I mean, come on, we haven’t even had any yet. It was the way he looked at me. Like I was the best thing he has seen in a long time.

I don’t even remember the last time a guy called me beautiful. And that’s when it hit me. Trevor never called me pretty or beautiful. He would always ask if I wanted him. It was always about him. Never about me.

Maybe that’s why I am sitting here risking my job so I can be fingered by my boss.

I felt his fingers slip easily inside me. It’s what I needed. My body craved how his thumb drew perfect circles around my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of me. So exquisite was his touch that I hadn’t realized my hips were rocking to his rhythm.

I wanted to kiss Henrik. To pull him toward me and rip his clothes off but he didn’t want that. He liked to watch me suffer and at this moment I’d endure any pain his fingers were willing to give.

“Oh Henrik.”

The words crashed out of my mouth as I felt the orgasm ride close. My hips rocked madly and I grabbed a stapler for something to hold onto. I was lost and about to tumble over when everything disappeared.

My eyes opened, having shut them moments ago as the bliss was too much, to find Henrik turning his back to me. Not just that, but he was walking away.

Once he reached the door he stopped and for a moment I hoped he had changed his mind. That he didn’t do all this to mess with me. To make me hate him.

He stood at the edge of the department, about to enter the hall toward the elevators with his back to me. No words. No movement, just him there afraid to turn back at the mess he made.

I was about to hop off this desk and run after him but he finally moved. Henrik turned his head and said, “Ms. Drake, remember you are MY assistant. First thing Monday, you will be at your desk on the twenty-eighth floor. I expect my coffee delivered to me when I arrive. You are to do as I say or you will be . . . reprimanded.”

Then he left.

My mouth hung open at the crazy that just occurred.

Mr. Henrik Payne used me. He fucked with my body and my brain to get what he wanted. His wall never fooled me. Mr. Payne was a man who hated emotion.

He saw my weakness for him and he gave me what I wanted, only to make it disappear in an instant. To let me know he’s in charge. He pulls the strings.

Fine. He doesn’t want emotion from me, then that’s what he gets.

 

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