Page 37 of Her Boss

Her lashes fluttered, but her nipples, if anything, seemed to grow harder still.

I loved the counterpoint of those heavy, generous breasts against the slimness of an enviably trim waist, and the swell of broad, round hips. The dark, thick delta of her pubic hair was an even more erotic accent to a truly mouthwatering female figure.

Too bad she’s young enough to be your daughter.

There was a time when that would have given me pause, but with her, it didn’t. Because I’d already given her so many opportunities to end what was happening.

She was smart enough to have some inkling of what she was getting into.

I intended to remove any ambiguity about what she was choosing—if she stayed.

Holding up the paper, I recited it from memory. “Some of these you’ll recognize. Some might be new to you. I won’t tolerate any disrespect from you—not ever. You’ll dress how I want and do as you’re told without complaint. Any refusal or defiance or disrespect, and you’ll be corrected.”

Her face paled at that.

“Do you understand what I’ve told you thus far?”

“I-I think so.”

“Good. Your body will be presented to me in whatever way I demand. Anytime I demand. Gone are the days where it’s your own. It’s mine now. And I intend to use it.”

Her throat worked spasmodically, her breathing beginning to come faster.

“Do you have any objection to any of this?”

“Does it matter?”

I advanced on her, standing close, looming over her. “You don’t seem to understand, smart-ass. This is your chance to say no—that’s what objecting means here.”

But she didn’t move a muscle.

“Geneva. Listen. You stay, and there’s no more of these escape hatches. But I wonder now if that’s even what you want anymore? To play with the little worthless pricks of boys your age who haven’t a fucking clue what a girl like you actually needs?”

“You think you do?” Her voice was reed thin, her arms beginning to tremble slightly.

“We both know the answer to that. But one of us doesn’t want to face it yet.”

The fact that she didn’t protest was surprising enough. But I could tell part of her was fascinated—and aroused. Her demeanor had seemed to change while I recited to her what being my intern meant, as if the verbalization of it entranced her—or terrified her into near paralysis.

Either way, I was intrigued.

Her lips had parted, swelling in anticipation, and her eyes were bright, pupils dilated, nostrils flared. Her scent was heavy on the air, and I was sure that if I splayed those pretty pink lips of her pussy, I’d find a sodden, fragrant mess.

No matter how hard she’d try to deny it, hearing my words aroused her.

And I loved it.

I drew still closer, until we were only a breath apart, and I could feel the heat of her naked, vulnerable flesh. It seemed to be too much for her though, her gaze sliding away as her pink blush bloomed anew.

I knew what she needed, what she wanted—whether she was prepared to admit it or not.

I held her there for a moment, staring at her, committing every line of her form to memory. Making her stand that way, our bodies so close, with me the sole arbiter of what happened next, was important for a girl. Especially one unaccustomed to being with a man strong enough to take control of her.

“Hands clasped behind your back.”

She seemed almost relieved at first, pausing to shake her arms out for a moment.

“I’m waiting.”

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