The Girl Who Can’t Deny: A Story Of Domination And Submission

by Jennifer Jagger

  THE GIRL WHO CAN’T DENY

  A STORY OF DOMINATION AND SUBMISSION

  by Jennifer Jagger

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including scanning, photocopying, or otherwise without prior written permission of the copyright holder. Copyright © 2013

  Table of Contents

  1. Staying Late

  2. Sealing the Deal

  3. The Business Trip

  4. Mind Blowing

  5. The Party

  6. About The Author

  1. Staying Late

  I sighed as I plopped down into my desk chair. It's not that I didn't like my job; I was just tired. I had been up all night fighting with my ex-boyfriend. He had shown up to my home, drunker than I had ever seen him and demanding that I took him back. It was ridiculous, and I was operating on three hours of sleep and two espressos. I shook my head and looked at the small mirror I carry in my purse.

  Two beautiful, if not tired, green eyes looked back at me. I smiled slightly, enjoying the effect it had on my face. With my strawberry blonde hair creating a halo around my face, I looked adorable. I loved myself, my body. I was confident in everything I did - and I loved it.

  "Miss James!" I jumped, aware that I wasn't doing what I needed to do, and blushed as I looked up into the stunning green eyes of my boss, Mr. Decker.

  "Yes, sir?" I asked, unsure of his tone. I couldn't tell if he was upset or angry, or simply being loud. He held a large stack of papers in his hand.

  "I want these filled out and sorted please," he said as he placed them on my desk. I nodded, thankful that I wasn't in any kind of trouble. I couldn't help but admire Mr. Decker as he walked away.

  Very tall, at least seven inches taller than my 5 foot 5 inches , and very physically fit. He was a kick boxer, I knew, because I sometimes called to cancel or reschedule his lessons. His incredibly dark brown hair was very short and professional looking. Clad in business suits, he seemed like he came out of a magazine. I have always had a crush on my boss. I couldn't help it! He was so... dreamy. I shook my head and began to concentrate on my work, wanting to do a wonderful job for my boss.

  I couldn't help but think back to him as I worked. He was handsome, smart and a billionaire for Christ’s sake! I couldn't fathom how he had stayed single for as long as I had been working for him. Plenty of the women lusted after him - that much was obvious. I shrugged my shoulders and got to work.

  The hour grew late, and one by one my co-workers turned off their desk lamps and left, calling their goodbyes to each other. I was usually among them, but I decided to stay late and catch up on some paperwork that had been neglected due to a recent sick day. I was alone in the office, singing quietly to myself, when I heard footsteps walking towards my desk. I looked up and was surprised to see the eyes of Mr. Decker.

  "What are you doing here so late, Miss James?" he asked. I stuttered, and cleared my throat.

  "I, um, I'm catching up on some paperwork." He smiled.

  "Now that is what I like to see. Dedication to the job." Mr. Decker smiled at me, and I grinned back.

  "I'm just a little behind, sir, and would like to catch up."

  "Are you sure that is all you want? Are you also looking into some overtime? Extra money?" he asked. I shrugged.

  "Well, I wouldn't say no to some extra money," I said, and he grinned at me.

  "I don't think anyone would, Miss James. It almost looks like you are gunning for a promotion." I smiled.

  "In this economy, I wouldn't mind. I would do anything for some extra money!"

  A strange look came across Mr. Decker's face, and he chuckled somewhat darkly.

  "Now, I'm going to let you re-phrase that, Miss James."

  "Why is that, Mr. Decker?" I asked. He looked at me with a glint in his eyes.

  "Because when you say anything, you mean everything." He leaned over across my desk, his face close. I could smell his musky aftershave, and his lips were so close. I licked my own and took a deep breath.

  "I would do anything," I whispered. I heard him chuckle and saw him straighten up.

  "Come with me, Miss James. I have a little business proposition for you."

  2. Sealing the Deal

  The door to Mr. Decker's office closed with a click, and he motioned for me to sit in the chair in front of his desk, he himself sitting behind it. He looked at me intently, making me squirm in my seat slightly.

  "What is this business proposition, Mr. Decker?" I asked. He smiled at me.

  "Well Miss James, before I get into that, there are some things that you need to know about me." I nodded, and he continued.

  "I am a business man. I am a powerful man. I am a domineering man. You are very aware of all of this, as is everyone in this office." Mr. Decker leaned onto his elbows and looked me straight in the eyes. "What no one else knows is that I am a Dominant." He paused, studying me. "Do you understand what I mean by Dominant?" he asked. I shook my head slightly. He nodded and leaned back in his chair, relaxing.

  "I am a Dom, which is short for Dominant. I like to have control over things in my life, specific things. Women. I love to be able to control, dominate and have power over a woman. It arouses me." I blushed at this, and he seemed to notice. "The business proposition is this, Miss James." He stopped, thinking hard. "I'm going to be blunt. Okay?" I nodded and he took a deep breath.

  "I am in serious need of an assistant. Someone who is smart, attractive, good with social situations, and able to follow directions. But this woman would need to be a very personal assistant. This woman would be required to be my submissive. My slave."

  I was very taken aback at that phrase. Slave? Did he mean what I thought he meant?

  "So, what you are saying sir, is that you would like for me to be your personal assistant, but also your," I struggled with the next few words, "sex slave?" Mr. Decker nodded.

  "Yes, Miss James. That is exactly what I need. And of course I would pay you." This surprised me.

  "How much sir?"

  He thought for a moment. "You make how much a year Miss James? 40 thousand a year?" I nodded. "Well, now you make 60 thousand." I gasped.

  "Mr. Decker, I don't know if I understand what I would be doing for you."

  He smiled. "Well I will give you an example of what I enjoy doing." Mr. Decker stood and walked around the desk to lean on it, directly in front of me so that I would be looking up at him.

  "Have you ever been spanked, Miss James?" I shook my head. "Blindfolded?" Again, I shook my head. "Gagged? Tied up? Humiliated?" I shook no to all of these. He smiled and continued. "Well, you would need some serious training. If I was in a very good mood, and if you had been a good girl that day, I would lay you across my knee and spank you." I flinched. "Oh, Miss James, you would enjoy it, believe me.

  "Next, I would blindfold you, tie your wrists to the bed, and make sweet, passionate love to you." I blushed harder, feeling my womanhood grow damp. "If you were a bad girl, you would be punished. Instead of my hand, I would slap your rather shapely ass with a paddle, over and over until it was red as a cherry. Then I would use you, roughly, until I was satisfied, more than likely denying your own orgasm. And when I say rough, Miss James, I mean rough."

  My panties were growing wetter, and my face was flush. I found myself intrigued, and most definitely aroused by all that Mr. Decker was describing. I cleared my throat.

  "Well Mr. Decker, I have never been involved in anything like this. It is very intriguing, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little aroused by your descriptions." He
smiled, and I blushed even more. "I believe that I will take you up on this endeavor." Mr. Decker grinned widely, obviously excited.

  "Well then," he said, "let's go ahead and get one thing straight. In the presence of others you will call me Mr. Decker, unless I say otherwise. When we are alone, like we are now, I am Master, or Sir. Is that clear?" he asked.

  "Yes Sir," I said. He smiled and nodded before leaning close to me.

  "That business trip that I am going on this weekend? You’re coming with me. I nodded and stood, heading for the door. Without warning I was grabbed from behind around the waist and dragged back to the chair, so surprised that I couldn't make a sound. Mr. Decker bent down until we were eye level.

  "Did I say you were excused to leave?" he asked. I shook my head.

  "No Sir," I whispered.

  He nodded. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this, but bad girls must be punished." With a sweep of his arm, all of his papers were thrown to the floor. He was more careful with his phone and lamp, placing them on the floor before turning to me. "Stand up, Miss James."

  I stood slowly, confused as to what was going to happen. Mr. Decker circled me, looking me up and down, before grabbing my skirt and yanking it down to the floor. I shrieked lightly and tried to cover myself, but he grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my body, pushing me until I was bent over the desk.

  "You never cover yourself around me," he whispered in my ear. I felt his hand roam over my rear, dipping lower until he reached the soaked crotch. It was evident that I was aroused by the rough treatment.

  "What a naughty girl! Messing up her panties. I think such a naughty girl shouldn't be allowed to wear panties." As he spoke he pulled my panties down until they pooled at my ankles. I was now exposed from the waist down, my wetness almost dripping down my inner thighs. He leaned forward and licked the shell of my ear. "If I let you go, will you stay down?" I nodded. "Good girl."

  My wrists were released and Mr. Decker stood behind me. I had no idea what was going to happen, my stomach was twisted in knots, and I could feel myself become hornier by the second. Suddenly Mr. Decker's hand came forward and slapped my right cheek. I squealed and jerked forward, not expecting the blow.

  "This is what happens to bad girls who do things without Master's permission," he said, his hand rubbing the area he hit. His other hand came up and pulled my hair so that my head was pulled back. I hissed at the pain. "Good girls count their spankings," he muttered in my ear. I could barely speak, but I managed.

  "One." He nibbled the lobe and let my hair go.

  SLAP!

  "Two," I whispered.

  SLAP!

  "Three."

  Over and over he spanked me, pausing to hear me count. It stung and burned, but the pain was so delicious that I became wetter and wetter with every smack. Mr. Decker came to the eighth spank and let it rip, hitting me much harder than before. I gasped in pain, tears forming in my eyes.

  "Eight," I groaned.

  SLAP!

  "N-nine," I stuttered, the tears spilling over as the pain became worse.

  SLAP!

  "Ten!" I screamed, the pain enveloping me and the pleasure heightening. Mr. Decker pulled me into a standing position and looked me in the eyes.

  "What did we learn from this?" he asked. I took a shaky breath.

  "To always ask permission, Sir," I whispered, sniffling slightly. He smiled.

  "Good girl." Mr. Decker leaned down to hand me my skirt. "You may put your skirt back on." I looked at the panties on the floor and saw him smirk. "Oh, no, you don't get those back. You will no longer be allowed to wear panties in my presence." I gasped, and he laughed. "Get dressed, girl, and go home. We have a long flight ahead of us, and I need you well rested."

  I was walking to my car, in pain from the skirt grazing my sore bottom, pleasure from the pain, and embarrassed about the whole thing. What had I gotten myself into?

  3. The Business Trip

  Every time I thought of the encounter in the office, I simultaneously became embarrassed and aroused all over again. I did as Mr. Decker said and bought the extra ticket. The flight left in the morning! How did he expect me to be ready? I began to throw bunches of clothes and toiletries in my suitcase, making sure to pack my bikini. The trip was to the beach! After checking the contents of my suitcase, I fell into bed, trying to get a little sleep before what would most certainly be a long trip.

  After a couple of hours of restless tossing and turning, my phone rang. I looked at the screen and gasped. It was Mr. Decker. I quickly answered the phone, wondering what was going to happen.

  "Hello, Sir," I said. I heard a throaty chuckle.

  "Hello, pet," he said. I blushed.

  "Everything is arranged for our flight tomorrow," I informed him.

  "Miss James, you are forgetting something," Mr. Decker said, his voice issuing a warning. I gasped.

  "Oh! Sorry, Sir," I said, my voice apologetic. He laughed outright over the phone.

  "You are very new, so you are forgiven. Just don't let it happen again, pet, or there will be a severe spanking in your future," he warned, and I blushed even harder.

  "Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir." I heard Mr. Decker sigh.

  "You never call me Master. Why is that, pet?" I blushed and stayed silent. "Is it because you are embarrassed? You don't want to call me Master because it embarrasses you?" I didn't say anything. "Answer me!" Mr. Decker yelled, and I jumped.

  "Yes, Sir!"

  "We will fix this on the trip, pet. Now get a shower and get ready. I'll be at your house in a little over an hour to pick you up so we can head to the airport."

  "Yes, Sir," I said quietly, before hearing the line go dead. I shook my head. What did I get myself into?

  The shower cleared my mind, relaxed me, and I sighed as the hot water ran over me. I massaged my scalp as I scrubbed shampoo and conditioner into my hair, making sure it was nice and clean. Next I placed a generous dollop of body wash in my palm, lathering it up and rubbing it all over. Starting with my neck, I worked in the sweet smelling soap, traveling down slowly to my breasts. I couldn't help but tease my nipples into peaks, thinking about the experience in the office had gotten me so aroused.

  Lightly pinching the nipples, I moaned. The image of me bent over that desk, so wanton and wet, made me drip. I lathered and washed my arms, being thorough and quick, before trailing my hands down my taut stomach, the skin feeling hyper-sensitive. Before I knew it, I had a finger on my clitoris, circling and rubbing it fast and hard. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the shower.

  My other hand came up to tease my nipples as I slipped two fingers into my hole, wet and waiting for relief. My fingers slid in and out fast and hard, my other hand pinching and pulling my nipples. I felt myself just on the edge, but I couldn't reach orgasm. I needed something. With a sudden idea, I used the hand that had been on my breasts to slap my ass. Hard.

  I came loudly, the pain from that spank pushing me over the edge and falling into pleasure. It felt wonderful, taking control of my body and forcing me to the floor of the shower, shakes and spasms wracking me. God, I had never felt such pleasure from a spanking in my life. As I came back to myself, I turned off the water and stepped out, drying my body and preparing for my journey.

  I was just putting my hair into a low ponytail when the doorbell rang. I looked in the mirror once more, making sure I was presentable, before grabbing my suitcase and heading for the front door. After a deep breath, I opened the door. Mr. Decker looked at me and smiled, seemingly pleased with my appearance.

  "Are you ready to go, pet?" he asked. I nodded.

  "Yes, Sir," I said quietly, and he shook his head and chuckled.

  "Oh, what am I going to do with you?" he asked himself, reaching for my suit case and heading to the car.

  The ride to the airport was simple, filled with talk about work and such. Mr. Decker explained he simply needed a travel companion for this, because there was a function that needed attending and he th
ought a date would make him look more respectable to others. My eyes widened when I heard this.

  "Is there a problem, Miss James?" he asked, and I nodded emphatically.

  "I didn't pack anything for that kind of event!" I exclaimed.

  He shrugged. "There are many stores and boutiques where we will be. I'll buy you something suitable," he said offhandedly, like it was no big deal. I shook my head.

  "I can't let you do that! Dresses like that can be expensive!" I said loudly, knowing I wouldn't be able to pay him back. He looked at me, his face full of something close to shock.

  "Did you just refuse me?" he said, and my eyes went wider. I was in trouble. But he wouldn't, would he? Not in front of the driver.

  "Oh my dear, I couldn't give a shit about the driver. I will correct you when you need it, no matter where we are," he said, reaching over to release the buckle and yanking me his way, throwing me over his lap. I gasped in shock as he whacked my bottom hard.

  "I'm sorry, Sir! I won't do it again!" I begged as he hit me again, harder. I could feel my panties get wetter, and Mr. Decker noticed.

  "No more panties. From now until we get back." With that, he tore them down and off of me, stuffing them in his pockets. I squealed and huffed as I sat back in my seat, my butt smarting slightly. This was gonna be interesting.

  The airport was a whirlwind of metal detectors and check points and sore feet. It was really strange to run around with no panties, but I was slightly distracted with everything that was happening. Finally we were sitting in our seats, waiting for take-off. Mr. Decker was cordial, getting me a drink and both of us blankets since it was slightly cold in the plane. I covered my lap with the blanket and reclined my seat, trying to catch a nap before we landed.

  Without warning I felt Mr. Decker's hand on my thigh. I jumped, but he leaned into me and whispered into my ear.

  "Don't draw attention to yourself. Don't make a sound. If you do, there will be consequences."