by Luxe, Eva
Just one more time. That’s it. Then it really will be out of my system.
Chapter 16 – Katie
Ruby and Ron’s wedding is beautiful. And so, different from Madilyn and Asher’s. Both are lovely in their own way and of course I’m a little biased towards Ruby’s since she’s my good friend. But her wedding is unique. Like only a Ruby wedding could be.
It’s on a hillside with an old Spanish castle in the backdrop. A single acoustic guitar plays as Ruby walks down the aisle, her purple-streaked hair wrapped on top of her head with some spirals cascading down.
Instead of inviting the entire firm including the Barbies, Ruby and Ron invited only close family members and friends— so I feel particularly honored to be here. They even flew everyone here in Ron’s private jet. (Or most of us. Those who had their own jets— like Asher and Damien— took their own). Talk about a fringe benefit.
Speaking of Damien, he’s been staring at me this entire time. I know he wants what I want. To be close to him again. To smell him. Feel him. Kiss him. Fuck him.
But we’re playing a game of chicken and both of us are too afraid to admit the truth. It’s been far too long since we’ve been together and I want to change that.
Take me, I want to tell him. Fuck me again. Harder. More intimately. More, more, more.
They've told me that I'll be helping him out at work. That means he's going to be my boss now. My boss was only supposed to take me on a date. He wasn't supposed to take my virginity. I wasn't supposed to let him. And I definitely wasn't supposed to like it.
It’s like I can’t get enough. All I can think about, all the time, is him. I thought that focusing on getting my own place and finally moving out from under my parents’ roof would give me the ability to re-focus my energy on myself and my own goals.
But if my plan was to forget him, the experiment failed. I’m glad I’m living on my own and I’m also glad I don’t let my parents and their ridiculously high expectations have as much control over me anymore, but I still think of Damien non-stop. I feel incomplete without him, as pathetic as that might sound.
After the wedding, there’s a small reception and a Spanish band.
I walk over to Ruby to congratulate her.
“Thank you, friend,” she says, throwing her arms around me.
She looks absolutely giddy and I’m so happy for her.
“Guess what I’m wearing underneath my dress,” she tells me.
“There are really some things you should keep private between you and your new husband,” I joke.
But I know what she’s referring to. She holds up her dress and flashes me the garter I’d made her, on which I’d embroidered her new initials.
“I’m glad you like it enough to wear it,” I tell her.
“I love it,” she says. “I never would have guessed you knew how to make one of these, until you told me about your strict parents and boring home life.”
“I’m full of exciting mysteries,” I tell her, and we laugh.
And then I look over at one of the tables where appetizers are laid out and see Damien crook his finger at me, beckoning me to come over to him. Finally.
“Looks like I’m being summoned,” I tell Ruby.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she says.
My heart jumps up into my stomach as I approach Damien. Finally. This is the one thing I’ve been wanting. Thank God for Ruby’s wedding.
“I thought you’d never come say hello,” he says, once I’m standing in front of him. He has obviously been thinking the same thing that I have.
“And I thought the same.”
“Did you have a nice flight?” he asks me.
I nod, realizing that his attempts at small talk leave me with little to say in return. This is the first time I’ve been to Spain. The first time I’ve been out of the country. I feel so inexperienced, but also experienced now in different ways— in the one way that really matters— thanks to Damien.
“Would you like to have another one?”
He raises his eyebrows at me.
“What?”
I let out a little laugh, not sure of what he means.
“I’d like to take you in my private jet, to Ibiza,” he says. “I hear that a lot of women like long walks along the beach at sunset. I thought we could try that. And maybe some other things.”
I full-on laugh now, tilting my head back and looking up at the blue sky. All of the waiting has paid off. He really does want me as much as I’ve been wanting him. And he’s taking me to a Spanish island.
Ruby and Ron come over and Ron elbows Damien.
“Looks like you two are having fun,” he says.
“Katie, did you know that Damien now has an office next to Ron’s? At the law firm?”
I smile.
“I may have heard a little something about that,” I admit.
It may have been the reason I took time off— in addition to needing to move. I was trying to make sure I didn’t do or say anything stupid when Damien first came to the office. But now here we are in Spain and everything seems to be working out, so I don’t know what I was worried about.
“Yeah, I might need Katie’s help around the office,” Damien says.
I look at Ruby and make a face that says “eek.” She nods her head and makes a face back that says, “right on, girlfriend.”
Maybe Damien and I really will have what Ruby and Ron have. And Asher and Madilyn. Perhaps I’ve finally met my match at Sugar Daddy Central.
I try not to laugh out loud at the thought and I make a mental note to tell Damien about my nickname for the firm, later. And a lot of other things as well.
Chapter 17 – Damien
I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day to spend with Katie if I tried. The sand is wet and smooth beneath our feet. The turquoise water laps along the shore. Her hand feels small and soft when wrapped within my own.
“I couldn’t wait to take you here,” I tell her. “We’re going to spend a nice time together before you start working for me.”
“And then what happens then?” she says, a smile lighting up her pretty face. “I turn into a pumpkin?”
I stop and turn to face her, the breeze blowing her hair back.
I can't believe where we started out, compared to where we've ended up right here, right now. It was just a dare, but we got out of hand. I got into her sexy panties and she got into my f*cking head. Now both things are all twisted up.
“Katie, we’ll have to see where things stand after my patent trial,” I tell her. “But I can’t be dating a subordinate. It’s not who I am or what I do.”
“I understand,” she tells me, but she looks disappointed. “At least we have Ibiza.”
“Yes,” I agree, glad she is taking it so well.
But part of me doesn’t want her to take it well. Those parts— my ego, my cock— want her to beg me to be with her even after I’m her boss.
I had asked Ron to let Katie work for me because I want it to be official. I want to know that I will see her, smell her, be near her every day until my trial is over. But I can’t touch her. Can’t taste her. Can’t kiss her. Can’t fuck her.
There’s something exciting in the forbidden nature of that relationship. Although I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold off. It has to come from Katie. She has to be the one to want me the way I want her to want me.
We’ve walked a long way down the shore and back, and we’re heading over to the resort hotel I reserved us a room in. Katie knows that but what she doesn’t know is that I’ve arranged a special set-up for us.
There’s a cabana tent with a bed in it, and curtains around all sides except the one facing the ocean. I take her hand and lead her inside the structure.
“This is amazing,” she says, squeezing my hand in excitement.
“I thought you might like it,” I tell her. I draw her close to me and kiss her, deeply and passionately. She smells like a mix of the ocean and the wind and the sky. Al
l the best parts of nature.
She presses herself up against me, and I feel my cock rise against her stomach, which is prominently displayed by her bikini top.
“Please,” she says, as I hold the back of her head so I can kiss her more forcefully. “Please take me again. I’ve been wanting you so badly ever since you first did.”
These are exactly the words I’ve been wanting to hear from her. I pull back a bit, teasing her.
“But I’m about to be your boss,” I tell her. “You heard Ron. They’re assigning you to work for me.”
“I know,” she says, leaning her head against my chest in that way that I love because it means I’m protecting her, sheltering her. “But you’re not my boss yet.”
“If I take you again right now, knowing that you’re my employee, I’m going to have to punish you later for it. At the office. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she says, looking up into my eyes.
Sir .
I like the power dynamics more than I thought I would. I think she knows that, because of the way she says it.
I place a hand on her bikini-clad ass, and slap her gently, just to give her a little taste of what I mean.
“Are you sure you understand what that entails?” I ask her. “If you want more from me, you’re going to have to pay for it later.”
“Yes, sir,” she says. “I understand.”
I lay her back on the bed in the sand and then I use the ties for the curtains to tie up her hands to the poles holding up the tent. Cement blocks hold them in place so that she’s bound securely.
I take off her bikini top so that I can see her luscious breasts. I remove my swim trunks and rub my cock in between them. Taking them in my hands, I hold them around my cock and make them jerk me off.
“I love your big breasts,” I tell her.
“They’re just the perfect size to wrap around your big cock,” she says back.
I’m on the brink of not being able to stand it. I want to be in her pussy so badly. I stand up and move my cock down the length of her body. I want to make myself wait just a little more, so that she can feel even better.
I kneel down in the sand in between her legs and spread them as I play with her pussy. She moans as I insert a finger in her hole while using my other hand to play with her clit.
“Oh, my God, I’ve missed you so much, Damien,” she says, groaning slightly. “That feels so good. It’s going to make me come.”
“Come for me darling,” I tell her, sucking on her clit while my finger is still inside her. I feel her juices drip on my finger and then down my chin as she comes.
“Damien, Damien, Damien,” she says. “I’m coming. Oh, my god.”
Now I can finally have my way with her. I stand up and slap my cock against her pussy. She raises her head to watch me, the view of the ocean behind us.
“You’re such a dirty, naughty girl,” I tell her. “You let your soon to be boss defile you outside where anyone walking by could see.”
Finally, I put on a condom and put my cock into her pussy, where it’s been wanting to be since it last left it. It feels soft and wet and tight, and she clenches it around me as if she’s been waiting for the exact same thing.
“Do you like my cock inside your pussy?” I ask her, as I push it in and out of her. “Did you miss it?”
“Yes sir,” she says, as I ravish her body and she’s powerless to stop me due to the ties strapping her to the poles.
I look down at my big cock thrusting in and out of her as its motion causes the entire cabana to shake.
“I’d better hurry up and come,” I tell her, thrusting my hips faster and harder. “It’s becoming a bit more obvious now that you’re letting me fuck you in here, my dirty little girl.”
“Fuck me harder,” she says, as I reach down and play with her clit while I do. “You’re going to make me come.”
“You want more, don’t you?” I ask her, feeling my cock swell up inside her. “You’ve always wanted more? Even though it means I’m going to have to punish you for being a naughty girl and letting me take your virginity and fuck you yet again— outside this time, in a foreign country— even though you know I’m going to be your boss now?”
“Yes, boss,” she says, gasping as I plow into her soft pussy. “I’ve always wanted more from you.”
“More,” she says, as I ram my cock inside her.
“More,” as the oceans crash onto the shore just as hard as I’m forcing myself into her.
“More,” as her voice breaks along with the waves and I know she’s about to come. Just like me.
More , I think, as we come together, in a perfect explosion of lust and pleasure.
She’s mine now and I know it. The best part is, I get to spank her for letting me take her. The next time I see her, I’m going to show her exactly what she gets for giving into me. She is never going to be the same again. And her ass isn’t going to know what hit it— literally.
Chapter 18 – Katie
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, becau
se 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.”
