“...you need someone to keep you in line...”
Courtney threw down her fork in frustration. How was she supposed to concentrate with his voice in her head? The ghost of his touch burning her skin? Giving up the meal as a lost cause, Courtney pushed back the tv table and turned the volume on the tv down. Closing her eyes, she let her mind return to earlier that day, let all of her thoughts and fantasies come forward.
She was bent over his desk, and he was standing behind her. She could feel him, hot and hard against her hip.
She yanked her blouse from her waistband and shoved her hand under her skirt.
He flipped her skirt up, caressing her silk-clad bottom for a brief moment before delivering a stinging slap. She gasped, juices flooding her pussy as he did it again.
Two fingers flicked over her clit, and she shuddered. She stroked herself, letting a moan fall from her lips. Pleasure coursed through her body, and she slid her fingers into her cunt.
He pushed his fingers inside her while his other hand reached underneath to roll her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He whispered in her ear, voice dripping sex. “If you fuck it up, I'm going to punish you. And you'll deserve it, won't you? I bet it'll make you come. In fact, you're wet just thinking about it, picturing me taking my belt or a crop or a cane to that peaches and cream skin. Maybe I'll put clamps on your nipples, tug on them until you scream. And you'd let me, wouldn't you? Because you're going to do whatever I say, just like a good girl. Now,” he shoved his fingers against her g-spot. “Come.”
Courtney nearly screamed as an orgasm ripped through her, muscles clenching and convulsing. Her eyes rolled back in her head and a strangled noise escaped from her lips. Heat and electricity raced through her body, drowning her in pure sensation.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed before she could open her eyes. Her limbs felt like jelly and her heart was still beating frantically within her chest. As far as she could remember, she'd never come so hard.
Two hours later, she was wondering if the orgasm had been worth it. What the hell had Vance Forster meant when he said he wanted her to write a list of what she was going to do to please him? She took another sip of wine, her head already pleasantly buzzing.
She smirked as an idea popped into her head, fuzzy and malformed, but something so amusing that she couldn't help but giggle as she wrote. Time slipped past as her fingers skimmed the keys, and she barely noticed as she slid into unconsciousness.
***
The alarm blared in her ear, dragging her from the darkness of sleep. Courtney groaned, head pounding. The sight of a mostly empty wine bottle brought the prior night rushing back. She sat up, blinking blearily at her laptop. With her brain still trying to catch up, it took almost a full minute for her to understand what she was seeing.
A sent email to CEO Vance Forster.
Complete with file attachment named “My Promises.”
Stomach sinking, Courtney opened the file. As she read, her horror grew, and she felt the sudden need to throw up. She was so going to lose her job. She sank back in her chair, her whisper loud in the otherwise quiet room.
“I am so fucked.”
***
Vance couldn't suppress his grin as he rode the elevator to his office. He'd intentionally taken the public one yesterday, timing it just right so he'd be riding with Courtney. He'd watched her for years, debated time and again the wisdom of hiring her, justifying it due to her qualifications. Then, in the last few years, her performance had deteriorated, and he knew that his opportunity had finally arrived.
Her routines were easy to track, and it had been a simple thing to make sure he was waiting when she entered the lobby. The coffee was just a stroke of luck. He'd felt her eyes on him when he'd stripped, and he'd had the power from that point on. His only regret was that she hadn't spilled anything on herself. He was relatively confident that he'd have been able to convince her to lose the blouse. The thought of those full breasts, clad only in her bra and that fitted jacket made his blood rush south. He could still feel their welcome weight in his hands.
When he'd had her leaning over his desk yesterday morning, it had taken all of his self-control to keep it to talk and touch alone. He'd wanted to feel the sting of his palm against her curvaceous ass, hear her reaction to the smack. Would she squeal in surprise or cry out in pain? Would it be loud demands to stop that he would need to teach her to suppress? Or would she take it in silence, making him want to continue trying, maybe with something other than his hand, until she cracked?
He wanted to taste her, drive her to the edge again and again only to deny her final release. He wondered how long she would last before she started begging him to let her come. Would she come on demand? Or would it take hours of practice? Days of punishing for lack of control? The various ways by which he could instruct her were too numerous and wonderful to contemplate at work. As it was, he was extremely conscious of the bulge in his pants as he entered his office.
Ten minutes later, his hopes that answering email would distract him enough for his erection to soften were dashed. Courtney had sent him an attachment titled “My Promises.” Intrigued to see what she'd done with his assignment, he opened the file... and nearly choked on his coffee.
“So, Mr. Big-Shot-CEO, it seems that I've been such a naughty girl that I need to be punished. I'm going to promise to let my boss spank me whenever I deserve it. He can use his hand or belt or a ruler, whatever he thinks best. I promise never ever to argue and to do whatever Mr. Forster says I should do. And, if I'm really bad and make Mr. Forster angry, he can fuck me as hard as he wants. I promise to not wear panties when Mr. Forster calls me to his office and I will only wear thigh-high stockings so my sexy ass boss can access my pussy easily. And speaking of asses, I'm pretty sure I'd like getting spanked and maybe even fucked but I've never done that before so we'll have to talk about that later. I'm sure it would be a good punishment for something. And, yeah, that's it. Fuck you and your tight abs Vance Forster. What do you think about that?”
Vance stared at his screen, mouth hanging open. What the hell had she been thinking? How much had she had to drink? Alcohol was the only logical answer for what he was reading. And yet, yesterday, he'd heard her breathing quicken when he ordered her to take off her jacket, to put her hands on the desk. She hadn't protested when he'd touched her. And he knew she wasn't the type of woman who exchanged favors for promotions or positive reviews, so it hadn't been that. The only reason he could think that she would've allowed him to do what he did was that she wanted it as much as he did. He glanced down at his tented pants. All right, maybe not quite as much, but that was half the fun, wasn't it? Showing her what she really wanted?
Before he could talk himself out of it, he forwarded the attachment to his phone and deleted the email. That done, he leaned back, breathing far heavier than his activity required of him. He was so hard it almost hurt. If he didn't relieve some of this tension soon, he was going to summon Courtney to his office and fuck her right there, training be damned. He stood. Times like this, he loved having a private bathroom.
“Mr. Forster,” his assistant's voice came over the intercom. “The board of directors just called again. They're wondering where you are.”
Shit. Vance scowled. He'd completely forgotten that he had a meeting first thing this morning. And there was no way he'd be able to get off knowing that the board was waiting for him. He picked up his laptop, thankful that he usually took it with him to meetings. He was going to need it to cover his erection since it didn't look like it'd be going away anytime soon. Courtney was so going to pay for this.
Before the meeting had really gotten underway, Vance's mind began to wander. The quarterly earnings reports, which Vance had gone over the day before, were hardly enough to keep his brain occupied. Not when there were so many more delicious things he could be thinking about. For instance, all of the ways he could make Courtney suffer for his current situation.
He leaned back i
n his chair, fingers buried in thick ash blond hair as he held her on his cock. Her mouth was hot and greedy, and the desire to come was almost too much, but he kept control. She wouldn't be allowed to cum until he did, and he could feel her sucking, trying to force him over the edge. The only things that broke the silence were the wet sounds of her mouth and the muffled vibration of the toy buried in her pussy. She'd had it on all day, the constant stimulation a reminder of who she'd offended. She whimpered as he forced her head down, shoving all nine inches into her throat.
“Vance is something wrong?”
Vance yanked himself out of his daydream, forcing a smile while inwardly cursing Dwight Lutz, the board member who'd interrupted. “Fine, Dwight,” he tried for what appeared to be an apologetic expression. “I was up late last night. Must've just zoned out.”
“I was just asking for a vote of approval to accept the quarterly findings as is,” the youngest member of the board, Heathcliff Van Arsdale, spoke up from the end of the table. He was only two years older than Vance and the closest thing Vance had to a confidant. The two had met in college and stuck together ever since.
“Oh, yeah, of course,” Vance agreed. “Who's up next?”
As the next item on the agenda was presented, Vance tried to concentrate, but found his thoughts returning to Courtney and her email. Before long, he was caught up in another fantasy.
She was beautiful like this, tied, spread-eagle, to his bed. She was always beautiful, he knew, but something about seeing her like this just made her quiet beauty stand out more. Her pale skin was marked with red lines, each one representing a lash with the cane he held in his hand. She'd thanked him for every stroke, admitted she'd misbehaved and deserved to be punished. Now, with her body quivering from sensation overload, it was time. He dropped the cane and took a step forward, hand at his zipper.
“I hope you sleep better tonight.” A hand on his shoulder jerked Vance from his reverie. Heathcliff grinned down at his friend. “One more meeting like that and everyone's going to start wondering why we need you.” He winked as he walked out, leaving Vance alone in the boardroom.
Oh shit. Vance ran his hands through his hair. He seriously needed to get himself under control. He was so hard it hurt. A shaky laugh escaped his lips. That's what he got for letting his imagination get the best of him. He stood, once again holding his laptop in front of him as he made his way to the floor's public bathroom. It was closer than his own and, the way he was aching, he wouldn't make it that far without walking funny.
He breathed a sigh of relief that the room was empty and slipped into the large stall on the end. This was stupid, he knew. He'd fire anyone caught doing what he was about to do. But the ache in his balls and cock overrode common sense. He leaned back against the wall, carefully setting his laptop on the floor next to him. By the time his hand was at his zipper, his eyes were closed and a new vision had formed in his mind's eye.
Courtney sat beside him in the board room, appearing to listen as the directors talked. Under the table, her hand was already inside his pants, fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. Her strokes were steady and even, every other one twisting slightly at his head, thumb running over the tip. Determined to make her calm facade break, he slid his hand up her leg, grinning when her breath hitched. His arctic blue eyes darkened at the sound. His fingers skimmed over the top of her thigh-high stockings, tracing over bare skin until he reached the juncture between her thighs. As she'd promised, she wore nothing beneath her modest business-length skirt, and his fingers slipped easily into her wet heat.
“Vance,” the whisper fell from her lips as her grip on him tightened until it was almost painful.
“Courtney,” he was unable to stop from uttering her name when he came, shuddering as he spilled over his hand.
The door to the bathroom creaked open and Vance's eyes snapped open. He straightened, reaching for the toilet paper to wipe himself off as footsteps traveled to the urinals. He tucked himself back into his pants, wincing as the sensitive skin rasped across his zipper. Noise at the sink indicated that the other man had finished. Vance picked up his laptop, took a deep breath and stepped out of the stalls to wash his hands. After a quick once over to ensure his suit was pristine, his blue-black hair stylishly tousled, he headed back to his office.
Before he reached his door, his assistant stopped him, several Post-Its in her hand and a strange expression on her face. Emma Berry had been with him for six years and was one of the few people not afraid to speak her mind, a quality he usually appreciated. At the moment, he was reconsidering. She glared up at him. “I don't know what you did, but you need to call this girl back.”
As he shut his door behind him, he skimmed the notes. Even though he'd been expecting it, the sight of Courtney's name made his stomach clench.
“Courtney Bell called to talk to you. I told her you were in a meeting. She wants you to call her back.”
“Courtney Bell called again to see if you were back from your meeting.”
“Courtney called again and she sounded upset. What the hell did you do?”
“She called again. I think she was crying. Fix it, douche bag.”
Vance sank into his chair, dropping the notes on his desk. He ran his hands through his hair. What had he done? This wasn't what he wanted. Not with Courtney. Had he gone too far? His computer dinged, alerting him to a new email. Desperate for any distraction, he opened it... and instantly wished he hadn't.
“Mr. Forster, as I have yet to hear back regarding my inappropriate email, I feel that I can safely assume that my employment at Asgard Corporation will be ending soon. I will take responsibility for what I did and will be handing in my resignation tomorrow. I just can't face it today. I'm truly sorry.”
What the fuck was she thinking? Vance punched the intercom button. “Emma, get Miss Bell on the line immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” Emma's tone made it clear that she was still pissed at him.
Vance leaned back, trying to regain some semblance of calm before Courtney arrived. If he was going to pursue a dominant role in her life, she could never see him frazzled like this. A part of him was already disturbed that she'd managed to rattle him this much. Then again, she wasn't like any other woman he'd ever pursued. She was the end goal. Always had been.
“Mr. Forster.” Emma's voice came back over the intercom. “Miss Bell went home about fifteen minutes ago.” The unspoken accusation dripped from every syllable.
“Thank you, Emma.” Vance thought about it and then added, “Cancel my dinner reservations at La Mia Rosa tonight.” He barely heard her reply as he turned his chair towards the massive windows that made up his back wall. The sky was a soft gray with clouds darkening in the distance. Their color made his heart constrict as he imagined Courtney's eyes, that same shade of dark gray, filled with tears.
“Shit.” He stood, shoving his chair back against the desk. He strode over to the windows, peering out over the skyline but seeing none of it. When he'd pictured finally beginning his relationship with Courtney, he'd been calm and smooth, seducing her with his words and caresses. After he'd made first contact, he could carefully cultivate his control over her, drop hints and innuendos designed to make her uncomfortable with desire. Bit by bit, she'd start doing things that he wanted, falling under his spell without realizing it. Only after he was certain that she wouldn’t refuse him, they would finally consummate their relationship. He'd had the entire process outlined, approximately three weeks from beginning to consummation, and now it was crumbling after just over twenty-four hours.
Of the thousands of times he'd run through various scenarios, not a single one had looked anything like this, and he didn't know what to do. Common sense told him that he should just let it go. What he'd done could get him fired, if not arrested and sued. Courtney's drunken email was bad, but nothing like feeling her up in his office during a review. If she was embarrassed enough to resign rather than angry enough to sue, it might be best if he just accepted
it.
He turned away from the window. He didn't want to accept it. Not only would it be wrong for him to let her resign for something that he'd provoked, but he didn't want her to leave. Having a relationship with a subordinate wasn't entirely ethical, but he'd wanted Courtney before she'd come to work at Asgard. And he'd never force her into something she didn't want. But, wasn't that what he was doing? He growled in frustration. Had he done anything to imply that she'd lose her job if she didn't respond to his attentions? Had he misread the signals yesterday?
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