Page 36 of Her Boss

“Right there. No, closer.” I let just the faintest hint of an edge into my voice, curious as to how she might react to it.

Her dark lashes fluttered, her hands wringing in front of her. “I don’t… what’s going on?”

“Clothes off, one by one.”

I reveled in how her hands trembled, how she paused, reluctance pouring from her as she reached back to unclasp her bra. It was a black one, not lacy, but flattering nonetheless. She had the sort of remarkable figure where despite her relatively petite stature, she was lush, round, and soft in all my favorite ways.

Her breasts bounced and swayed as she finally took the cups of her bra away from them, her face flushing scarlet.

“The rest. I want you naked—totally naked—before we continue.”

When she’d finally complied, her clothes scattered at the floor around her feet, I cleared my throat. “Stand at attention, right there. No, don’t move. Hands on your head, eyes down.”

Taking my time to drink in every line and curve of her luscious form, I made sure she knew it. Her nipples drew up tight and hard under my frank regard.

A good sign.

“Big tits on you,” I remarked, curious how she’d react to the casual objectification. She needed to know what she would be to me.

Sooner rather than later.

Genie made a sound somewhere in her throat, but didn’t respond. The size of her breasts—far larger than one would expect from someone with her slight figure—only amplified her dangerous allure. Her rosy areolas were large and smooth; she was likely self-conscious about them, but I found them beautiful. That didn’t stop me from relishing her nervous embarrassment, my cock aching to be inside her already. I wanted nothing more than to fall upon her, plundering her at will, my need for her almost painful in its intensity.

“Now, if you really do want this position, it’s time you learned what it is I truly need from an intern.” I pulled out a piece of paper from the upper left-hand desk drawer, laying it on my desk. I’d been working on it for a while, though I was never sure I’d ever have a chance to actually use it.

She’d given me the perfect chance to put it into practice, whether she’d intended it or not.

I pointed to the page. “This is going to govern how things are between us, for the time being.”

Her gaze snapped back up to me, a tiny vertical line appearing between her sculpted brows. “What the fuck is that?”

There was a defiance in her words I didn’t like one bit.

Time to show her the error of her ways.

“That is, essentially, your owner’s manual. For the duration.”

“For the duration?” She scowled. “How long is that?”

“Until I feel like changing it.”

“That’s… not fair.”

The petulance to her tone both provoked me and made my cock even harder.

I leaned toward her, murmuring, “Honey, you passed fair several exits ago.”

She made a frustrated grunt, but didn’t say anything else, her bright, pretty eyes watching me closely.

Good.

I had her attention. Which was the first step in getting her to finally see the sling her ass was already in.

“It’s a simple concept: rules and consequences.”

“Um… consequences?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

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