Page 87 of Her Boss

But she was just an anonymous naked, plugged bottom along the side of the road. She may have been deeply embarrassed, but there was no way of knowing that bottom was Geneva’s.

Only she would ever know who was bending and displaying her pretty ass for passersby. And she’d replay it again and again while touching herself later, though she’d be loath to admit it to me.

But I knew.

Geneva whimpered in abject mortification. But still she’d kept her bottom spread wide, obediently displaying her subjection to my whims, to my will, to my complete control.

Just the way we both liked it.

“You may stand,” I said, finally.

“Can I pull my pants back up?”

“Did I say you could, my dear?”

“N-no…”

I patted her hip. “Then up you go. I want you turned around facing me, hands on your pretty head.”

Genie awkwardly shuffled around until she met my gaze. Her face blushed crimson, her pretty white teeth worrying the corner of her mouth.

“This is such a pretty picture,” I murmured, combing the tips of my fingers through the surprisingly dense pelt of dark pubic hair. “I like that you’ve followed my directions. You can be an obedient girl when you try to be.”

I found I liked making her grow it out. If it grew too unruly, I’d direct her to trim it slightly, but only exactly where I felt she needed it. I’d supervise her as she did it, something else she found unaccountably embarrassing.

Which only increased its appeal for me.

I stood back and admired my work. She was standing before me, her hands on her head, her eyes closed, her body trembling slightly as she presented for me.

“Forced retirement has been good for me,” I murmured to myself.

I coursed my palms down the pleasing curves of her hips, loving that the breeze sometimes made goosebumps spread across her skin. I drew close, breathing in the delightful scent of her hair at her temple. Gently kissing her ear, I whispered to her, “You may pull your pants and panties up, sweet girl.”

“Th-thank you, sir.”

I stayed close to her as she did it though, crowding her, invading her personal space. It made it somewhat awkward for her to bend down and pull her things up, but I liked that too. She needed to know, in ways simple and profound, that she was mine in every way.

Buttoning her jeans up, Genie looked up into my eyes, a shy smile spreading across her face. “You’ve been… different. Especially on this trip.”

I took her in my arms. “I am different. I’m a ruined man. An unindicted criminal. I’m a terrible, bad man.”

She nodded, mischief dancing in her eyes. “I… like the sound of that.”

I kissed her forehead, pulling her fiercely against my chest. “You want to know something? Faced with losing my company? Knowing Chester was going to destroy me? None of it mattered, not really.” I lifted her chin on a finger, forcing her to meet my gaze again. “The only thing I cared about… was you. Keeping you safe.” I closed a hand over her throat, just firmly enough to make her tense up. I had her full attention. “In keeping you mine. You see, bad girl, I’d give up anything for you. Anything. You’re my most prized possession. You’re my purpose. You’re my obsession. My life.” My voice softened. “My love.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You… what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that… I love you. That I’m in love with you.” I touched her soft, warm lips. “Probably have been for longer than I’d like to admit.”

I waited, the tension between us suddenly almost unbearable.

Then she smiled, tears brimming in her eyes. “I-I love you too, sir. I’d… I’d have said it a long time ago. I just didn’t think you’d want to hear it. That it would be a complication. I just wanted to help you. Any way I could.” She looked down for a moment, breathing deeply. “But I… I wanted to be yours. However you’d have me. I wanted to give you… everything. Even the parts of me I’m afraid of, the parts I don’t understand.” She peered up at me through her long, lovely lashes, her voice suddenly a strained murmur. “The parts I’m ashamed of.”

I tipped her head back, grinning down at her. “Help me? You’re going to be doing a lot more than helping me now that I’m a scumbag criminal trying to stay under the radar with the feds. You heard Stanton. I intend to get scarce. To disappear.” I glanced up the highway toward White Valley. “I know just the place to do it. And I won’t be disappearing there alone.”

“I never asked you.” Her slender throat worked adorably as she swallowed. “H-how much did they give you? For your business?”

For a moment, I only stared at her, my lips tight.

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