by Abby Wilkes
"Sure?" I ask. "Sure of what?"
"Whether you are one."
"Whether I am…?"
He narrows his eyes. "A good girl."
The way he looks at me, the way he speaks—his demeanor sends shivers down my spine, turning my bones into jello. I feel weak and exposed, but still strangely safe, caught in his fangs already, despite the fact that absolutely nothing has happened yet.
I could still leave. Just walk out the door, never look back, record this day, this evening as a few awkward instances that suggested a spark between me and my boss without anything ever happening. No sins committed, no trouble caused for anybody.
Except I can't. His stern gaze and his voice are holding me back. I’m already trapped.
I might as well give in.
I don't dare to touch or kiss. No, I will not be the one to initiate physical intimacy.
But there is a way to demonstrate my will and initiate a different kind of commitment. I need to try.
"I can be, Sir," I whisper. And without looking away, keeping my eyes locked on his, I slowly descend and get down on my knees.
I’m still looking up at him as I sit down on my heels. I slowly part my knees, as much as my skirt allows, and place my hands on them, palms up.
This is the only slave position I know. I have no idea if it’s universal, if it’s understood as a display of submission for him, but it’s the only thing I’m courageous enough to try at this point.
Now I’m the one who’s observing him. Waiting for a reaction.
He looks down at me, still with a stern expression. But something has changed. His eyes flicker with understanding. He’s not waiting anymore, no hint of expectation.
A hint of a smile flees across his face. "Lower your eyes."
I smile as I follow his command, lowering my head so my eyes are facing my hands on my knees.
He pauses for a moment, still standing directly in front of me. All I can see of him now are the tips of his black and polished shoes.
"The next time I tell you to do something," he whispers. "I want you to reply with 'Yes, Sir.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I obediently whisper without looking up.
"Good girl."
He moves around me, walking towards the door to close it.
My heart is racing.
Chapter 7
Lacey
What am I doing? This is my boss, for God's sake!
Not for long, my evil subconscious whispers. Tomorrow is your last day. After that, you are nothing but acquaintances. An older, wealthy, and insanely sexy man and you.
He dims the light, which calms my nerves tremendously. Everything is a little bit easier when it’s done in the dark.
He doesn't switch off the lights completely, though, leaving them on just enough to see my hands and knees in front of me. The room is bathed in a warm, subtle light with a red hint. I never knew the rooms here could be lit this way. It's probably a special function for his office, though. He is the boss, after all.
I can hear his steps behind me. He must be standing directly behind my back now. I can feel his presence, but cannot hear him anymore. The only thing I hear is my heavy breathing. I need to calm down.
Yet, I do the exact opposite and flinch when I feel his finger tips on my neck. He gently runs along the spine of my neck until he reaches the low collar of my blouse. I take a deep breath as his fingers disappear, leaving me shaken—and oddly aroused. My position causes me to feel exposed and vulnerable. Especially the slightly spread legs, even more than the bent head and the upwards pointing palms that are resting on my knees.
He leaves me waiting and walks towards the window to close the blinds.
"Get up on your feet," he says as he’s done.
"Yes, Sir," I hear myself reply as I follow his command and get back up on my feet.
My head is still lowered when he comes back to me.
He comes to halt closely in front of me and reaches out, gently pushing my head back up with the index finger of his right hand. "Look at me and listen closely."
I do as I’m told. The light is dim, but I can still see his face perfectly now that he’s this close. His expression is serious and determined.
"Now," he whispers. "As I see it, you’ve just given me permission to do things that both of us may enjoy, but that most would deem inappropriate given the circumstances under which we met. Is that correct?"
I nod. "Yes, Sir. That is correct."
"Are you aware that this could bring both of us trouble?" he asks.
"Yes, Sir."
"Can I count on your discretion?"
I nod. "Yes, Sir. Absolutely."
"I have no interest in causing you any trouble or harming you in any way," he adds. "Do you trust me, when I say that?"
I hesitate for a moment, surprised at his intensity, his almost loving care. How could I not trust him when he’s looking at me like this?
"Yes, Sir," I reply.
"Say it then."
"I trust you, Sir."
He smiles. A true, honest smile.
"Good," he says. "I assume you are familiar with safe words?"
"Um…”
I blush. I’m not familiar with anything. In theory, yes. But I’ve never done it. I’ve read about it, I’ve fantasized about it. But I’ve never had sex in my life, let alone sex like this.
His eyes flicker impatiently.
“What is it?” he wants to know.
“I… err,” I stutter. Should I tell him? He said he trusts me and I can trust him. I should be honest with him.
But what if he calls everything off? I want this so much, my insides are burning for him, and I can feel the wet need spread between my legs. I want this, I really do.
But I’m so ashamed, and so scared that he’ll cast me away when I tell him.
“What is it?” he insists. “Tell me, Lacey.”
“I’ve never…” I utter. Oh God, this is so embarrassing. “I’ve never done it before.”
I wish I’d closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see his reaction.
He’s shocked, but only for a second, before his eyebrows furl and his expression turns into anger.
“You’re a virgin,” he says. It’s a statement, not a question, but I still find myself nodding.
“Yes.”
Chapter 8
Erik
I did not see this coming. How can a girl like Lacey still be a virgin? She’s gorgeous, and while her youthful beauty radiates a fair amount of innocence, she does not give the impression of a shy wallflower at all. I doubt that there’s never been a boy interested in her.
Is it just that she’s been waiting for the right man? What makes her think that I might be it? If this really is her first time, do I want to take on this huge responsibility?
I don’t think I can. As delicious as she may be, as promising as this may have felt just a minute ago.
But I yearn to touch her even more now that I know she’s never been touched like this before. Never been fucked before. I would be her first. My cock is hardening at the thought of it, while my mind plays havoc with me.
“I’m sorry,” I say, watching as her expression turns into utter disappointment before I’ve even concluded my sentence.
“I can’t do this. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. It wouldn’t be right,” I continue. “I don’t want to take advantage of you like this.”
“But you’re not!” she protests, shaking her head as she takes a step forward to place her hand on my upper arm. Her touch is soft and careful, but so damn alluring. “I know I want this! Please, just ignore what I said!”
“But I can’t ignore it,” I object. “This is too big. The idea was wrong to begin with, but now it’s just outright insane.”
Lacey’s lower lip begins to quiver. She looks up at me, her eyes pleading, luring me in. There is a vast amount of knowledge and intelligence in those eyes. Lacey is a smart girl, too smart for her own good—an
d too good to do something like this.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” she whispers, her eyelashes fluttering. “No man has ever made me feel like this. That’s the only reason for my… why I haven’t…”
She pauses and lowers her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before she continues to speak.
“I’ve waited for the right moment, the right man. And I knew my brain wouldn’t be the one deciding this,” she says, looking back up at me. “Something else is. My heart, my body… I’ve been waiting for this feeling.”
She adds another pause, fixating her beautiful eyes on mine while she gently squeezes my arm.
“Please don’t take it away from me,” she whispers. “It’s too late now. I couldn’t live with the shame, the disappointment.”
I reach for her small hand and make her lose her grip on my arm.
“One of us has to be the adult here,” I say. “And it has to be me. You don’t know what you’re doing—”
“Don’t talk to me as if I’m drunk or a dumb little child,” she interrupts me, now furling her eyebrows in anger. “I know what I want, I know what I’m doing. And besides, it’s not like I’ve never done anything before. I have done stuff.”
“And yet—”
“You want it, too, don’t you?” she asks, her voice pleading. “You wanted me just a moment ago. And you said I could trust you, that’s why I told you, because I want you to trust me, too. Why are you betraying my trust like this?”
“Lacey, that’s not—”
“You want it,” she insists. “You’re lying if you say you don’t.”
I shake my head.
“I never said I don’t want to,” I reply. “But this isn’t about what I want, or what you think you want.”
“Yes, it is,” she insists. “Sex is all about wanting things.”
She steps closer, ignoring my weak attempt to fend her off. She’s a lot shorter than I am, but her proximity is oddly intimidating. I can feel the heat of her petite body as she stands close to me, so close that her breast is pressing against my lower chest.
“Needing things,” she adds in a whisper so low that I can barely hear her.
I don’t move away. My hands flinch up, wanting to push her away, but instead they land on her slim shoulders, feeling the shape of her as I slowly caress along her upper arms. She shivers, and a faint gasp escapes her pouty lips as my touch travels along her arms.
Fuck, I need her.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says, beaming up at me with a relieved smile. “Yes, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
“And you’re sure you want it this way?” I clarify. I need her to say it. I need her to clearly know what she’s getting herself into.
Lacey smiles. “Only this way. I want to show you what a good girl I can be.”
She casts me an enticing smile and I nod, taking a step back to put some distance between us. A hint of disappointment travels across her pretty face, but she stays where she is, looking at me with expectant eyes.
“You still need a safe word,” I say. “No and Stop won’t do. If I’m doing anything that’s too much for you, I want you to say one word: red. Do you understand?”
Lacey blinks, biting her lower lip as she gives me an approving nod.
“Yes, Sir, I understand,” she coos, causing my cock to twitch with need.
But it will have to wait. I’m going to take my time with Lacey, especially now that I know she wants me to be her first. I can’t just bend her over the desk and fuck her silly, no matter how much I want it.
I’m going to take her, but on my terms, taking all the time that’s needed to make her truly mine.
Chapter 10
Lacey
"Again, what do you say when you want me to stop?"
"Red, Sir."
He nods. "Good girl."
He lets go of my chin and takes a step back, pausing for a moment to look at me in silence.
"I need you to undress," he says eventually. "Slowly. And every item you take off needs to be folded and neatly placed on my desk. Understand?"
I nod. "Yes, Sir."
He takes another step back and beckons me to begin. My heart jumps at the prospect of what we’re about to do. He wanted to send me home, but here we are, about to change my life forever.
I start with my blouse, slowly unbuttoning it from the top.
"Look at me while you do it," he says when I lower my head.
"Yes, Sir," I whisper, raising my head again to meet his eyes.
I take off the blouse and fold it as good as I can without taking my eyes away from him. He subtly nods, beckoning me to place it on the desk behind me. I turn around and follow his orders, placing the blouse just next to one of his paper crane creations.
Stepping out of my black pumps is actually a relief and causes me to let out a little sigh as I do. I neatly place them next to the desk on the floor before I continue with my pencil skirt. Getting out of that thing while looking halfway graceful is close to impossible, at least for me. It’s such a tight fit. I try to pull it down as elegantly as possible and even forget about the embarrassment of being almost naked in front of my boss for a moment, because I’m too occupied with not looking silly.
Unfortunately, I also forget to look at him while I take the skirt off. I remember by the time I’m done with it. I’m folding the skirt in my arms and hastily raise my head to meet his eyes.
He casts me a naughty smirk and subtly shakes his head. Of course he would find reasons to get me in trouble. I’m just making it a little easier for him by forgetting little things like this.
I finish getting undressed until I’m standing in front of him in my underwear. Luckily, I’ve opted for a nicer kind today, despite my white bra not matching my black thong.
"What are you waiting for?” he asks, beckoning me to continue. "You’re not done yet, are you?”
"No, Sir,” I reply.
I hesitate for another moment before I reach behind my back to open my bra. I instinctively cover my breasts with my hands after the bra comes off, but get scolded by him for it immediately.
"Don’t be silly,” he hisses. "Finish what I told you to do and present yourself to me.”
"Yes, Sir,” I utter.
I take a deep breath and pull down my thong, neatly placing it on top of the pile of clothes on Mr. Cooper’s desk.
I don’t know exactly what he expects of me when he says he wants me to present myself, so I just stand there, resisting the urge to cover my private parts, with my arms hanging down on each side of my body, tummy sucked in, shoulders back, as confident and calm as possible, while my boss’s eyes scan my naked body from head to toe.
"Perfectly delicious,” he concludes. "Just as I imagined.”
I cast him a shy smile, feeling flattered and embarrassed at the same time. His eyes on me are so intimidating—and pleasant at the same time.
He approaches me with one big step and reaches out to touch me by the shoulders. His fingertips run down the outside of both of my arms, barely touching my skin. His touch is so faint, but the sensation almost electric. My entire body starts to shiver as my breathing accelerates again.
I want to kiss him so badly. His eyes are still fixated on mine and he’s so close now, his hands already on me. Why won’t he take me? Is he careful, because of what I told him before? Or is he just teasing me?
"You are a true beauty,” he whispers. "So soft. Beautiful, milky skin and these…” He reaches for my boobs, cupping each with one of his hands and gently kneading them. They are of average size and perfectly fit in his gentle palms.
"Just perfect. So perky and perfectly sized. I can’t wait to devour you.”
"Why are you waiting, then?” I blurt out, instantly scolding myself for being so childishly impatient.
He chuckles. "Trust me, kid, I’m ready to savage you. I’ve been longing for you for far too long. I’m almost scared of myself when I think of how
much I want you.”
I remain silent and just look at him with a defiant expression.
He keeps kneading my breasts and starts pinching my nipples, twitching them between two fingers. I flinch in surprise, but just a few seconds pass until I let out my first moan in arousal.
"Is that what you want?” he whispers. "For me to take you the way I want to?”
I moan anew as he pinches my nipples again, still staring into my eyes. I’m withstanding his gaze, breathing heavily as he continues to torture my nipples. And then I nod.
It’s all the confirmation he needed. He wraps his arms around me immediately and pulls me close, grabbing my hair at the back of my head and tilting it back to kiss me. His lips are on mine within one breath and I welcome his tongue eagerly. For a moment, I feel like I can still taste the champagne on him.
He invades my mouth forcefully, greedily claiming me with one of the most intense kisses I’ve had in my life. I’m tightly clasped in his grip, completely naked, but feeling nowhere near as vulnerable and exposed as I did just a few moments before. I squirm in his arms, aching for his touch, for more.
Suddenly, he withdraws, pushing me away from him.
"Turn around,” he orders. "Hands on the desk and bend over.”
I follow his order immediately, but forget one important thing: to reply.
I’m trying to save myself at the last second. "Yes, S—"
"No,” he interrupts me. "I haven’t even counted the number of times you didn’t do what you were told. Forgetting to reply, not looking at me when I tell you to. What do you think I should do with you?”
While I’m still trying to figure out an answer for his question, I can hear him step away behind me. I resist the urge to turn around to see what he might be up to and stare at the desk beneath me instead.
"No ideas?" he asks.
I hear him fiddling with a key and unlocking one of the doors of his wall cabinet. Then, he’s unlocking something else inside the cabinet. My heart starts racing. What’s he doing? What kind of item in his office needs to be locked away twice? I’m pretty sure that he’s not getting a bundle of cash or anything else that’s merely of high monetary value.
