Page 24 of Her Boss

But what if, against all odds—even though it made zero sense—there was something there?

How much of an idiot would I really be for just walking away from what might be? Something was happening, something I couldn’t understand. Something visceral, and powerful—and dangerous.

“I expect an answer, girl.” He drew nearer, and it was all I could do not to hug myself, or hide my face in my hands. With him so very close, I was trembling, though I didn’t know if it was with fright or need.

What if it was both? What if the two fed each other? Then I really would be a very screwed-up young woman.

Which is exactly why you can’t tell him.

So, reflexively, I punted. “Just because you’re my boss… doesn’t mean you can do what you did yesterday. I’m not just some stupid bitch you can push around.”

“Don’t use that language. I won’t tolerate it from you.”

The barked command was so surprising, I was momentarily speechless. Then I rallied, realizing that if I was going to have any hope of influencing wherever things might go, I had to speak up.

But just when I thought I’d found my footing, he did something else I didn’t expect. His fingertips touched just under my chin, and he gently raised it until I was looking up into his pale blue eyes.

His intense gaze searched mine, the crags of his face lending it an almost monumental gravitas. He was still handsome in a rugged way—and must have been quite stunning in his youth—but as he looked at me, what I saw in that visage was someone utterly assured, confident, powerful. Rick was deceptively magnetic in the way that only hard, determined men could be.

I swallowed, wringing my hands together.

“Hands at your sides, girl,” he said softly.

Though I didn’t know why, I complied.

“Good.” His thumb coursed along the line of my jaw, his touch shockingly tender. “I like it very much when you do as you’re told.”

I nodded haltingly, my heart in my throat. Though I desperately wanted to, I couldn’t form the words for the confusing storm of emotions flooding through me.

“Now, answer my question.” His lips curved in a half smile.

“I just… I don’t know. I needed to… to know it was okay?”

I tried to drop my gaze, but he shook his head, giving my chin an admonishing squeeze. “Go on.”

“I’ve never had anyone do that to me before. I… I don’t understand. Any of it.”

Then he did something that left me completely reeling. He drew close and pressed a long, soft kiss to my forehead. I closed my eyes tight, a lump in my throat, a sigh escaping me.

I was lost and confused, my deep, trembling excitement as profoundly irrational as it was inexplicable.

He spoke the words to me in a rumbling murmur, his lips whispering against my skin. “You don’t need to understand. You just need to obey.”

I said the words not only out of confusion, or arousal-driven rashness.

I said them because they felt… right.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“My, my, how I love the sound of that.” His smile then was bright and broad, and it had my heart thumping madly in my chest, my clit throbbing, my pussy gushing.

In that brief instant in time, I thought I’d do nearly anything to see that beautiful smile. “What h-happens now?” I didn’t even know why I asked it.

His eyes searched my face. “You should be punished, of course. Nothing can ever be let off when you disobey me.” His other hand settled upon my shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze that only hinted at his immense, bone-crushing strength. “But I think something else is called for today.”

“I don’t?—”

He shook his head, his smile fading. Then he stepped back, guiding me against the front of his desk, my thighs pressed to the hard, cold wood of the edge. “Present yourself, girl.”

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