Under My Boss's Direction: Office Romance Collection With New Novel

by Jamie Knight

  Loosening his grip so I could look at him, living in up a bit on my hands, he took hold of my hips and started to move. Plunging his cock up into my pussy at a steady rhythm, I was soon gasping and moaning his name.

  I loved being able to look at him as he filled me up with his beautiful cock, working my clit until I was ready to scream. Ryan unleashed inside me, his massive load safely filling me up. Amazingly he was still rock hard, his cock deep in my pussy. Putting his arms around me, he got up gingerly barely giving me time to get my legs around his waist. The plaster was cool on my flushed skin as Ryan pressed me gently against the wall for extra support. Better safe than sorry.

  I’d been curious about trying something like this for a while but hadn’t trusted anyone long enough to actually try it. Ryan, of course was a different story. I would do anything for him. It wasn’t an accident that whatever we did was supremely pleasurable.

  I could feel it coming. The tension in Ryan’s cock letting me know he was about to cum. I wasn’t quite there yet but close and though I could feel him holding back. His restraint paid off, and we managed to cum in sweet unison, my entire body quitting against him as Ryan came inside me. Filling me up with his wonderful, warm cum. Just the way we liked it.

  Carrying me back over to the bed as I clung to him, my face nuzzled into his neck, still feeling the effects of the hormones and endorphins flooding my brain, Ryan put me back on the bed, his cock still very hard inside me. I honestly never wanted him to pull out, not that he showed any sign of doing it.

  Smothering my flushed cheeks with sweet kisses, Ryan helped me to relax. When I was nice and limber, he put my legs up over his arms and pulled me down toward the edge of the bed. Of all the ways we’d done it to that point, having him carry me had been my absolute favorite. It was very sexy and wonderfully intimate as well as requiring a strong element of surrender which I liked.

  He was in complete control when we did it that way and I loved it. A very close second was edge-of-the-bed sex. While I was a bit more in control and had more freedom of movement, Ryan was even more in control, basically holding me still as he did so. I hummed delightedly as he put his hands on my hips, getting ready to give me the good hard fuck I wanted so much.

  He started off easy like always. No matter how wet I got, or how well I was prepared, he always insisted on taking it easy on me. It was true enough my pussy still needed to adjust to the sheer, massive size of his cock, but it didn’t take very long by that point, and I was ready to go full tilt much sooner than he reckoned.

  “I’m okay,” I said, surprising even myself.

  “You are?”

  “Yeah, it feels great, you can go hard if you want to.”

  Coming in for a kiss, Ryan did just that. Pumping his fast a little faster, he gained in both speed and intensity until he was absolutely pounding me, as I writhed and screamed my delight beneath him. I held onto his arms as he held my hips, keeping me more or less and place as he mercilessly fucked me.

  I couldn’t have even imagined such a thing when we first came together, but he had trained my pussy well, getting to the point he could absolutely ravage me without risk or fear of pain. It was a wonderful sense of freedom I was determined to savor, for however long it may last. I could feel the tears as they fell, Ryan’s beautiful load filling my pussy at the same time.

  “You all right, pet?” he asked me, gently wiping away my tear, voice filled with concern.

  “Joy,” I managed between sobs, “tears of joy.”

  It was all just too perfect. Ryan, the house, the location, it was all so much like a dream I was still a little afraid I might wake up. A massive metaphor for my uncertainty about what would happen when the next few weeks were over, and we had to return to normal life. It might be a certainty for most, the majority of jobs able to be done over the internet.

  But Ryan was an elected official, for a while at least. In any case, how would it look if he didn’t even show up to campaign? He would never win that way. He needed to win, he was too important to the city and society in general. We needed people like him to balance out all the villains and bastards and villainous bastards. There was no way in hell I was going to hold him back. I just hoped he would decide to take me with him. We could still come back to his little heaven on earth for holidays and weekends.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  “I love you too,” he said with a tender kiss.

  Chapter Seven

  At least the sun was up. I still had no real idea what time it was. Ryan didn’t seem to believe in clocks. I had taken a while to notice, but there wasn’t on in the entire house. Not even on the microwave. The little screen showed nothing but a neon green colon in the middle, when it wasn’t counting down to when whatever was in it would be ready. Or at least one hoped it would be ready. The microwave instructions could be something of a rough guess, particularly for frozen food.

  Moving carefully, so I wouldn’t wake him I reached for my phone on the night table.

  “About three,” he said, not even opening his eyes.

  I giggled, but I checked the phone just to be sure. It was ten after, still close enough to be spooky. He had added the qualifier ‘about.’

  Twelve hours of sleep, should probably be enough. But to be fair we had really exhausted ourselves the night before. Even though such a justification was only really needed in terms of my nagging conscience. We weren’t there for work. Ryan was still my boss, as well as my master, and if there was work to be done, he would have told me.

  It was unusual for me to be able to take such a long a break, but giving myself to Ryan had set me free in many other ways.

  “Breakfast?” I asked.

  “Sounds good, should we get dressed?”

  “No, I’m well past the point of dressing for breakfast.”

  I wasn’t sure that the phrase was meant quite so literally, but it seemed to make him happy, and I was up to trying anything.

  It was decided we should stay away from anything fried, the combination of naked bodies and spraying grease not a great equation. Left basically with oatmeal and toast, we did our best to dress it up, adding every bit of fruit that would fit into the bowls and adorning the toast with the most delicious apple jelly. Something I wasn’t even aware existed up to that point. I was discovering all sorts of wonderful things.

  The fates must have heard me, and to reward me for my humbleness, caused a sizable glob to land on my tit. Ryan leaned over and made short work of it, taking time to also suck my nipples sweetened by the condiment.

  “Yummy,” he said, rising his head.

  With a quick but loving kiss, we took our breakfast to the table, to eat in the formal way despite our free and natural state.

  “Would you like to go for a hike today?” Ryan asked out of the clear blue.

  “I thought you would never ask.”

  “You were waiting for me to ask?”

  “Well, yeah, you are the master.”

  “True, though you are also able to make requests. The worst that will happen is I’ll say no.”

  “Oh.”

  “It’s not like I’m going to beat you or anything. You didn’t think I was going to beat you did you?”

  “No, not exactly, I just wasn’t sure it was allowed. I’ve given my will to you, I just thought that would include my decisions.”

  “A fair assumption, I guess, but I still want you to think for yourself. It isn’t the same if you are blindly obedient. I want you to be consciously obedient. To do what I say because you want to, because you want to please me, and it pleases you as well. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to.”

  “I know.”

  “Good. We should get out soon, it’ll be getting dark in a couple of hours.”

  I wasn’t sure about going out hiking in one of the dresses he’d given me pretty as they were, though I would have to make due.

  “I have jeans for you,” he said, opening the drawer in the dressed, “
they might not be too comfortable without panties, but we’ll see.”

  It took a few seconds to make sure it was all real. A brand-new looking pair of jeans, tailored exactly to my measurements, just for me. We never had much money when I was growing up, but my brother was a fantastic artist. Every holiday, he would do a thematically appropriate work, unique to each family member. I still had all of them, and treasured them more than anything else I owned. The jeans Ryan have me instantly joined that rank. The fact he gone so far as to sew a “Ryan’s brand” leather patch onto the back only intensifying the feeling.

  Doing up the borrowed flannel shirt to cover my upper body, I tucked it in as far as I could into the jeans.

  “Sorry about that, I’m much better with pants and jackets than shirts. I did try but could never get the sleeves quite right.”

  “Did you make my collar?” I asked, the thought just occurring to me.

  “Yes.”

  “It must have taken days.”

  “Weeks. Two months to be exact.”

  “You knew two months ago?”

  “I knew I was going to ask to months ago. I had no idea if you would accept. The invitation to lock down or anything. I had a feeling that you liked me too, enough for me to try and impress you, but I couldn’t be sure. Not until you agreed to come here and not even then, really. It wasn’t beyond a doubt until you agreed to wear the choker.”

  “The sex wasn’t a clue?” I laughed.

  “A clue definitely, but I didn’t let myself dare hope. I guess in some ways I’m determined to keep myself from being happy.”

  “I know the feeling,” I said, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek.

  “I have something to ask you, probably better before we go.”

  “Ask me anything.”

  Ryan got down on one knee. I didn’t know what he was doing at first. Not until he took the box from his pocket. Creaking the lid open to reveal the most beautiful emerald I’d ever seen, he kept his eyes down as he spoke.

  “Candid Marie Boucher. Will you make me the happiest man in the world by consenting to be my wife?”

  My jaw dropped and tears stung my eyes. “Yes, sir.”

  Chapter Eight

  I was getting tired of the cold. Even with our engagement, it still spooked me. Slowly, I turned the ring on my finger, just to make sure it was still there. The early morning sun cast through the cut emerald in the most brilliant way. Calming my mind, I got up to look for him, slipping into the silk robe before heading out.

  It sounded like machine-gun fire, audible even from down the hall and through the closed office door. The rat-a-tat-tat of the keyboard bespeaking a frenzied state of mind, though not the cause. It still could have been good news or bad news, either of which could trigger an immediate response.

  “Sir?” I asked, switching immediately into sub-mode.

  “Oh, hi pet, you all right?”

  “I’m fine, I was just worried is all.”

  “Understandably, come here my darling.”

  I went and sat on his lap as he worked, my presence seeming not to distract him one iota.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing important really. Apparently someone saw as we were leaving to come up here, holding hands and the like. She’s gotten the notion in her head to try and expose us if I don’t give her a promotion.”

  My eyes widened. “That sounds really bad. Especially with you running for re-election? Presidents have been impeached for this kind of thing.”

  “Only if they’re already married. We are both unattached and free, that might not matter much to the sleazier news outlets, but I have that covered too. I’ve already messaged every news editor and station manager I know giving them the full story, at least a version of it anyway. I doubt any of them will take her seriously. I already have it set up, so they’ll announce our engagement in a positive light.”

  “So anyone trying to a negative story will look either malicious, or jealous that they got scooped.”

  “That’s my clever girl,” he said, with a kiss on my cheek

  “What are you working on now?

  “A statement to give all the other staff, just in case. It is really just a precaution, but it is probably best not to have internal rumors.”

  “What are you going to say?”

  “The truth, for the most part. That we are in love, have been seeing each other for months and are going to get married.”

  Even the lie isn’t really a lie; we have been in love for months, years really, it was just neither of us had actually said it.

  “Can I help?”

  “You’re essential, pet. Go put some clothes on and meet me back her for the conference call.”

  I tried to be quick, the main hold up trying to find something appropriate. What exactly were you supposed to wear to publicly proclaim your love?

  Finally settling on a plain, but flattering, dress that did great things for my legs, one of the ones Ryan had made for me, I rushed down to the office, hoping I wasn’t too late.

  “Just in time, pull up a chair.”

  I sat beside him on the spare office chair and Ryan punched up the zoom call, several windows coming up all at once.

  “I apologize for interrupting the important work of the day,” he started, oozing charisma, “but there is announcement we’d like to make.”

  We, he had said ‘we.’ It was the first time I heard us referred to in the collective. I was a little strange but also incredible.

  “We?” asked Jim Briers, the Deputy Mayor.

  “Candide and I,” he said, squeezing my hand, “we have been dating for a long time and, well, we have decided to make it official.”

  I held up my hand showing the ring, striking the assembled number quite silent. No one said anything for a good while, no doubt trying to process the new information. Particularly if the would-be blackmailer had already told them what she saw.

  It would be an interesting bit of mental arithmetic, more than likely concluding that she was just out of the loop or saw something she shouldn’t have, putting the onus more on the tattle-tale than us. There was a sudden flurry of congratulations, everyone speaking almost at once.

  Ryan squeezed my hand and kissed me bold and proud. It felt great to be out in the open, even though we hadn’t really been hiding before, except perhaps from each other.

  Accepting the praise graciously, Ryan said his goodbyes and ended the meeting, any potential crisis well and truly averted.

  “You don’t regret it, do you?” I asked.

  “What’s that, my darling?”

  “Being with me, inviting me up here, the whole thing?”

  He gently titled my head back with a finger under my chin, forcing me to look him on the eyes.

  “Absolutely not. I know you would ever ask me to, but I would give up my office in a heartbeat if it meant I could be with you. There are lots of ways to make a difference.”

  “You’re not though, right? Giving up your office I mean?”

  “It could well be a moot point come Election Day, but no, I’m not going to give up before I’m voted out. Not when there’s no good reason to.”

  “Good.”

  He was lifting me up onto his lap, so we were at equal height and kissed me tenderly. Sweet affections which I returned in kind, savoring his warmth, his scent, everything about him. It was already clear that I could get his hard just by being near, but it was becoming I really evident that he had a similar effect on me.

  “I’m famished, how about you?”

  “Um, sure,” I said, taken off-guard by the question, “what were you thinking?”

  “Well, Belgian waffles are always nice, particularly with whipped cream. Maybe with some bacon and fresh squeezed orange juice. Then, for dessert, I would love a taste of your sweet little pussy. Sound good?”

  “Absolutely!”

  We walked hand in hand to the kitchen, looking forward to dessert as much as what would precede it, no m
atter how hungry we were. I’d actually considered suggesting we skip the waffles a bacon but even the thought of them made my tummy rumble.

  With the help of Ryan's modern waffle iron, the food was quick and coming, the bacon frying as the waffles cooked. I don’t think I ever ate so fast before, the needs of my belly satisfied quickly in my need to sate the raging hunger lower down.

  Without a word, Ryan gathered the dishes and put them in the sink, leaving me at a bit of a loss as to what I was meant to do. I was just standing up to join him at the sink when he returned. Turning me around he unzipped the back of my dress and pulled it up over my head like a sweater.

  “Beautiful,” he said, his eyes gliding over my naked form.

  Lifting me gingerly form the floor, Ryan sat me down on the table where his plate had once been, laying me down across the varnished wood surface, bending my legs back to my chest, giving him full access to my pussy. A position I held by crossing my arms under my knees.

  I didn’t recognize the sound at first, not entirely. It was familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It wasn’t until the first cool whack of whipped cream touched my most sensitive spot that I realized what he was doing. Ryan really was planning to have me for dessert.

  “Oh!” I moan as his tongue first touched my pussy, pressing hard to make its way through the whipped cream.

  It was far from the first new experience I’d had with him, but was certainly one of the most pleasant.

  “How does it taste?” I asked, on a whim.

  “Delicious,” he enthused, going back down for more.

  When the first application had run out, Ryan’s wonderful tongue licking me squeaky clean, he put more on, going in for a second helping. A decision which couldn’t have made me happier. My beloved, between my thighs, enjoying a treat himself as he licked me to a wonderful orgasm.

  Getting me perfectly clean once again, but only after another massive orgasm, Ryan, unzipped his jeans, unleashing his throbbing cock, clearly happy to be freed from its denim prison.

  Stroking the warm head against my pussy, making sure it was welcome, Ryan’s cock entered me, my lips tightening around its thickness, giving it a warm welcome.