“Oh!” She cries out, but she doesn’t turn around. I see that she’s gripping the edge of my desk tightly and I reach back for her pussy.

  “But I think that a little pain makes it even more enjoyable, don’t you?”

  She nods but doesn’t say anything.

  God, I want to bury myself in her tight little pussy, but I have to control myself to make sure that she’s really all mine.

  If I move too quickly, I know that I’ll push her away.

  Slowly I slide fingers inside of her, feeling her muscles tight on them. She moans and pushes back on my hand as I find her spot.

  “Say my name.” I need to hear her. I want to hear my name coming from between her sweet lips.

  “Mr. Rand,” she gasps, hardly able to breathe.

  It’s not what I want from her.

  “My real name.” This is the only time she can call me by my name - when I’m deep in her and she’s about to come. She’ll learn my other name soon enough, but for now, Victor will suffice.

  “Victor! Don’t stop!”

  Good girl.

  Keeping one hand on her hip to hold her in place, I begin to slide my fingers in and out of her, stroking her and rubbing her cilt.

  She’s not going to be able to last long, not when she was already this wet.

  “Good girls get rewards,” I remind her, slowly drawing my fingers in and out of her. She moans and pushes back on me, getting closer with every stroke.

  I rub her clit, feeling how hot and full it is, then flick it one last time as I dive back into her with my fingers. It only takes me hitting her spot one more time for her to come.

  Her muscles clamp down on my fingers so tightly that I couldn’t have pulled out of her if I wanted to.

  I don’t want to. I want to feel her ride out her orgasm.

  She gasps, throwing her head back and shoving her breasts forward, and I release her hip to grab them, moaning a little as I squeeze a hard nipple.

  She’s perfect.

  She rides out her orgasm with my hand still in her, and when she’s spent and panting, I let her go, turning to lean on the desk next to her.

  “Lick me clean,” I tell her, holding out her hand.

  She blushes but doesn’t pause. Instead, she reaches out and takes my hand, carefully licking all of her juice from my fingers and hand.

  Her eyes locked on mine, she swirls her tongue around the tips of each of my fingers. I want to moan, but I’m not ready for her to know what she’s doing to me.

  When she’s licked me clean she shimmies her skirt back down over her ass, her cheeks blushing.

  “Hey, you were a good girl this morning,” I tell her, lifting her chin so that she’ll look me in the eyes.

  She bites her lip and then nods. “Thank you, Victor.”

  “No,” I tell her. “Not Victor. Sir. You’re only allowed to call me by my first name when I’m inside of you, do you understand?

  She nods. “I do. Yes, sir. Thank you.”

  Good. She’s a fast learner. I sit down at my desk and turn to my computer.

  She gets the hint and sees herself out.

  It’s only when she’s gone that I can breathe and relax.

  I’ve always played games with the assistants I hire. The only problem is, I’ve never really been intrigued by one the way I am by Emily.

  There’s something about her. Maybe it’s how far she’s willing to go for her sister.

  Maybe it’s the way she looked at me while sucking my fingers.

  But I know that I want more from her than I’ve wanted from any other assistant.

  I want her to do everything I tell her to do, sure, but then there’s one more thing I’m going to have her do.

  She’s going to be pregnant with my child.

  Chapter 4

  Emily

  I can’t stop thinking about Victor’s hands on me, the way he felt as he slid his fingers into me, and how he made me come.

  I’ve never had a man make me come like that before. Hell, I’ve never had a man in my life who even tried to make me come like that before.

  Getting dressed this morning for work should be easy, but I keep thinking about what Victor would want me to wear. Wesley bought me enough clothes that I won’t have to repeat wearing anything twice in the month, but I’m still not sure what to wear.

  I’ve never had money like this before.

  Not that I’ve seen my paycheck yet, but I know that it’s coming.

  I’m halfway to work, walking, of course, when my phone goes off. It’s Jessie, and I pick up right away, worried that something is wrong.

  Something’s always wrong. Some test always comes back the way we don’t want it to, or the insurance company decides last minute that they don’t want to pay for the test we need in the first place.

  She sounds out of breath but…happy? This is new.

  “Emily! You will never believe it. I can’t believe it. Guess what happened?”

  I’m going to be late for work if I don’t keep up the pace, so I just grunt into the phone and make a mental note to start running more often.

  “He did it. Your boss. You said that he’d pay off all of my bills, and he did. I have some more coming, but so far I don’t owe anything.”

  I stop right in the middle of the sidewalk, barely noticing when someone runs into me.

  “I’m sorry, what?” I heard what she said, but it sounds too good to be true. Would he really pay off all of her bills like he said he would? And when I’ve only been working for him for a few days?

  “They’re gone. The bills. He paid them all off. Everything’s up to date right now.”

  “Jessie, that’s incredible! I can’t believe him. He said he would, but he’s...”

  He’s what? Difficult? Sexy as hell? There’s no good way for me to describe Victor to Jessie.

  “He’s an interesting man.” There. That’s safe.

  She doesn’t answer.

  “Jessie? Shit.” My phone has died, again. Groaning, I look at my watch and see that, even if I break into a full run, I’m going to be late to work.

  The good news is that my sister is out of debt for the time being, but I know that the bills will just keep coming.

  The bad news is that I’m not sure if Victor will continue to pay her bills if I can’t get to work on time like I promised.

  Or maybe he’ll just punish me.

  The thought should scare me, but it doesn’t. If anything, it excites me.

  I should have brought a change of underwear.

  ***

  “You’re late.”

  Wesley doesn’t look pleased, and I slow to a walk just a few feet from my desk.

  “I know, I’m sorry. I was talking to my sister. Is he mad?”

  When Wesley doesn’t answer, fear strikes my heart.

  If he’s really mad, he may fire me. Or ask me to pay back the money he spent on Jessie.

  I steady myself and put my shoes next to Wesley’s desk to collect them later.

  “Good luck,” he whispers, and then turns back to his computer.

  I nod and slowly push open the door to Victor’s office. He’s standing in front of his desk, his arms crossed, clearly waiting on me.

  I can see the irritation on his face from here.

  “Where have you been?”

  I swallow, hard, unsure of how I can get out of this one. Any thoughts I had on the way here of him being hot when he was punishing me have just flown out the window. He’s pissed, and I’ve brought it all on me.

  “I was talking to my sister. My phone died, but she had just told me the good news.”

  Carefully, like I’m afraid of what he’ll do, I pull my phone from my pocket and hold it out so that he can see it. He glances at it but then his eyes flick right back up to my face.

  “Talking to your sister makes you late?”

  “I’m sorry. Thank you for paying for her bills. You have no idea what that means to the two of us, it’s just – ”

  “Come here and turn around.”

  He always cuts me off right when I have something important to say, but I don’t want to argue with him. I walk towards him, my feet silent on the floor, and don’t stop until I’m right in front of him.

  There are only a few inches of space between us, and I want nothing more than to close the gap. I wonder what it would be like to slide my hands up his chest and pull him down for a kiss.

  It would probably be amazing, until he fired me, that is.

  “Turn around.”

  I do, slowly, not wanting to take my eyes off of him. He’s gorgeous, but he’s pissed, and the combination is terrifying.

  When I’m facing the door and my back is to him, he reaches out and grabs my hip, yanking me back into him. I step back, a small gasp flying from my lips.

  “Do you see that door over there?”

  I look where he’s pointing and nod. I’d first noticed the door when I started working here but didn’t want to ask him about it. It’s not my place and I was sure that it just led to a closet.

  “That’s where we’re going. In there you can explain to me again why you’re late and ask me to forgive you, but you will need some punishment.”

  My face grows hot and I nod again.

  Victor’s idea of punishment last time was a light spanking.

  I wonder what it will be this time.

  My panties are soaked.

  “Start walking,” he says, pushing me forward.

  I can feel his huge cock, he’s so close behind me, but I try to ignore it and slowly cross his office. The door is locked, but he pulls a huge key from his pocket.

  “Go ahead,” he says, handing it to me.

  I slide the key into the lock and turn it slowly, nervous about what I’ll find inside.

  There’s no going back now.

  Victor

  I’m not sure what I’m going to do with Emily when I get her into my room, but I know that I’ve wanted to pull her in here from the moment I saw her.

  No other assistant has been able to withstand what I want them to do.

  I’ve never even wanted to take another woman in here.

  Emily’s different.

  We walk in and I shut the door behind us and turn on the light so that she can see what’s going on. The room was originally used as a board room off of the main office, but a few years ago I had it renovated.

  Now, not only is there a place for me to sleep when I just don’t have the ambition to go home to an empty house, but there’s also plenty of things for us to play with.

  I like my toys.

  I’ve just never had a woman to use them on.

  “What is this place?” Her voice sounds strong, but I can tell that she’s more worried than she’s letting on. That’s okay, let her be worried. I know that I’m going to take care of her.

  “This is where you and I are going to come when you’ve been naughty,” I tell her, reaching out and taking her by the wrist so I can turn her to me. “And when you show up late for work, no matter the reason, I’d say that is being pretty naughty.”

  Her face flushes but she doesn’t try to pull away from me.

  “I told you, it was an accident. And it won’t happen again. You saw my phone, it’s a piece of crap.”

  “I’ll get you a new phone so that this doesn’t happen again, is that what you want?”

  She chews on her lower lip, giving me a moment to really look at her.

  Shit, she’s gorgeous.

  It was obvious even when she was wearing ratty clothes when she came in for an interview, but it’s even more obvious now. I’m glad that she’s wearing her hair down around her shoulders. It’s thick and rich and I want to pull it while I fuck her.

  Not right now.

  “Thank you, sir. I’ll make sure that I’m not late again, especially since I’ll have a phone to use.”

  I pause and watch her, considering.

  “Good girl. But you still have some punishment to take, don’t you think?”

  She nods and glances around the room.

  It’s so quiet in here that I can hear her heart pounding.

  “Why don’t you go to the bed and bend over so I can think?”

  She does, and I watch as her skirt rides up around her ass. I saw the way James looked at her the other day, and I’m determined to make sure that no man ever looks at her like that again. I’m the only one who’s allowed to think about fucking her.

  “Sweet Emily,” I tell her, coming up behind her and lifting the bottom of her skirt so that it rides up around her hips, “I’m so glad that you’re willing to take the punishment you deserve.”

  “I messed up, sir,” she said. “I was just so excited to hear that you’re taking care of my sister. How can I help you?”

  I know how she can help me, but I don’t want to go there with her, not yet. Soon, though, because I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to wait after her little show sucking on my fingers the other day.

  “Glad I could make you happy.” I slide my hand along her panties, enjoying how wet they already are. Good girl is ready for me and willing to take whatever I have to offer her, and the thought makes me smile. “Anything else that I can do to make you happy?”

  She’s breathing hard as I touch her, and I slide my hand down her thigh to give her a chance to think. Before she can speak, though, I spank her, hard enough to leave a mark.

  “Ow!” She jerks forward over the edge of the bed, hanging onto it, but before she can say anything, I yank her underwear down around her ankles and slide my fingers into her sweet pussy.

  She immediately arches her back, thrusting out her tits while I slip my fingers in and out of her. I need to taste her, though, so I drop to my knees behind her, pressing her up against the bed.

  “Nothing will make you happy? I didn’t know that you were so hard to please.” I lick along her slit, enjoying how sweet she tastes and how her lips separate for my tongue. I’m in her and licking her, stroking her clit at the same time, enjoying feeling her body respond.

  She’s all mine right now, and I intend on keeping it that way.

  “This,” she manages, her voice sounding strangled. “This…makes me happy.”

  “Does it?” I sit back for a moment, still stroking her clit and sliding my fingers in and out of her. “What else makes you happy? Think about it.”

  “You…taking care of my sister. And—oh, God, whatever you’re doing.”

  I smack her ass again, harder this time, enjoying the way she cries out in pain.

  When pain and pleasure are mixed together, the end result is simply outstanding.

  “Good girl. Now, you need to come for me, and then we’re going to talk about how else I can help you.”

  I lick her again, pressing her into my mouth, sucking and tasting every inch of her. She bucks her hips back towards me, grinding into my mouth, but I don’t mind. I want to taste her and I sure as hell don’t want to miss a single drop that she has to offer.

  She’s getting close. I can feel it when her muscles start to tighten around my fingers and her thighs start to shake, but I’m not going to let her go. I keep my mouth on her, feeling her heat and wetness, wanting to drink her up.

  “Oh, God, Victor!” She screams as she comes, and I grab her hips to keep her from falling while sucking her clit. She shakes and comes in my mouth, her smell filling me.

  I lick her slowly, bringing her back down, and when she’s finished, I stand, flipping her around so that she’s seated on the edge of the bed.

  Now would be the perfect time for her to taste me. Her lips are swollen from her biting them and her skin is covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

  I think about unbuttoning my pants.

  I imagine her sweet mouth around my cock.

  I want to wrap my fingers in her hair as I fuck her face.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, taking a step back and running my hands through my hair.

  I have to have a little more control than this.

  “Clean up,” I tell her, “and then come talk to me.”

  Chapter 5

  Emily

  My legs are weak, but I manage to put my clothes back on and walk into Victor’s office. He’s behind his desk looking at something on his computer, but his eyes flick to me when I walk in.

  “Your sister is going to have more medical bills, isn’t she?”

  I nod. “Yes, but you already did so much. I can’t thank you enough.”

  “Sure you can. You just don’t know how yet.”

  I’m feeling very unsure of what to do with myself right now. He just gave me an incredible orgasm and now wants to talk business? He’s very flighty and sometimes I feel like he gives me whiplash.

  “What can I do?”

  “Come sit.” He gestures at the chair in front of him and I gratefully sit and take the glass of water he offers me.

  “The first thing you need to do is call me Daddy when we’re alone, do you understand? Not sir.”

  “Daddy?” I can do that, and when I see how wide his eyes get when I say the word, I know that I will do that. “I can call you that, Daddy. Of course.”

  “Good girl. I’m so glad you’re willing to behave for me like this. There’s something else I want you to do as well. It’s something a little different, but I really want you to consider it. For your sister, of course.”

  “Of course.” For Jessie, I’d do about anything, but I’m beginning to wonder what else he wants from me. “What is it?”

  He looks at me, his gaze steady on mine, like he’s thinking. I shift in my chair, feeling a little uncomfortable with how he’s looking at me.

  Like he’s seen me naked. Or he wants to see me naked.

  “You know what? We’ll talk about that another time. You’ve been very good today, Emily. Why don’t you go on home? I’ll tell Wesley to take you to get a phone first, so you won’t have to worry about yours dying.”

  “I can just…go home? Are you sure there’s nothing that needs to be done around here?”

  “Would you rather stay?”

  I have a lot to do at home, including laundry and just picking up the apartment, but the chance to be alone with Victor for the rest of the afternoon is appealing, as well. I just don’t know how to tell him that.

 

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