Page 7 of The Boss

I can’t wait. Alessa will submit to me. In her way, but she will submit.

“Julianna…”

“Madam,” I correct her. The urge to dominate her in this tryst surges through my body, like sexual adrenaline. I won’t let her ruin the moment. From when she walked through those office doors and into my professional abode, she became mine. Mine to tease, mine to play with, and mine to dominate.

“Madam...” That’s more like it. The way that word blows off her breath reminds my core how desperate it can get. I glance at the clock. Forty-five minutes to close this deal. More than enough time, although I’d love to take Alessa home and toy with her some more after this. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m your intern.”

My hand tickles her thigh. She quivers, eyes closing as she relaxes against my desk. Yes, part your thighs, my sweet. All the easier for me to inch my fingers toward your tender center.

“Ah…” She shudders so hard I almost worry she’s going to lose her balance again. Damn. You’d think no one has ever touched her there before. “Madam.”

Her heat pulls my finger beneath her cotton underwear. My fingertip patiently dips into her slit, my eyes absorbing every one of her subtle reactions. She continues to relax. Her nether lips open and draw my finger in. I’d almost think she was this wet before she got here. What was she doing when I called? I believe she was touching herself, fingering this spot like I’m about to.

I press my finger to the first knuckle. Her whimpers now echo in my office. Cheeks flushed, Alessa’s tongue ekes out of hermouth and flicks against her lips. I wonder what they would feel like all over my body.

Only one knuckle, yet she tightens around it. She’s hooked. I knew it. Few can say no to me. Even fewer can come to their senses once a part of me is inside of them.

“Ms. Marcon,” she moans, leaning so far back against my desk that I could lay on top of her. I think I will, later. “Madam…” Keep saying that, Alessa. Yes, yes, suck more of my finger into your pussy. Grip me, take me deep inside. Preview what is to come for our mutual pleasure. Let your legs give out so I’m forced to pull out my finger and rip open my jacket to breathe. Go ahead and slip toward the floor. The closer your face gets to my clit, the happier I am. “Ms. Marcon, I’m your employee and barely twenty-one years old. Do you really want to do this?”

I take her by the wrist and help her back up. Right into my arms, of course. “What does your age have to do with anything?” As if I don’t know how old she is. You must be twenty to work here as an intern, outside of exceptional cases. “I don’t think you’re too immature for me if that’s the problem.” Please, you should have seen me when I was in college.Embarrassing.

“I’m a virgin!”

Our widened eyes meet. This is the most alert I think we have been in ten minutes.

A virgin.

Presley Bradford would pick a damned virgin. One she knew I’d probably want to sleep with. Well, Alessa will be damned once I'm through with her.

Honestly, aside from any women who may have never divulged the information before, I don’t think I’ve ever had a first-time partner.

Still, I want her. Now.

“That doesn’t concern me any,” I mutter. “I’ll get you a drink first.”

I leave her on my desk and go to my stocked bar in the back corner of my office. The scent of whisky hits me before I open the bottle and pour two shots. One for me, one for her. She probably needs it more. Me? I simply want a drink before I make my move.

“Cheers.” We clink our glasses together. I down mine in one shot. She makes the mistake of sipping hers. Still, I watch her take every drop between pursed lips. Someone doesn’t like whisky, but she’ll drink it anyway. Both shot glasses end up on my desk. Alessa attempts to get her expression under control.

Sheisbeautiful. Her hair accentuates both her changing expressions and her voluptuous body so well. Thin, red lips drive me up the wall. My desire yearns to teach her the ways of dominance and submission. One look from her demands to know the touch of a heavy-handed but reasonable woman.

“Close your eyes.” I grab my springtime scarf off my coat rack and walk behind her. The scarf wraps around her eyes, my fingers tugging against the edges to make sure she’s completely blindfolded. It may be dark in my office, but I don’t want to risk it. Perhaps it’s best if she can’t see what’s going on. Too much stimulation. She should focus on physical pleasure first. The taste of sex. The smell of sex. Beholding it with her virgin eyes can come next time.

Dearie me, already thinking of next time.

I pull her ass up onto my desk and part her legs. She snaps them shut again.

“Don’t be shy, Alessa.”

Her nipples poke through her bra and blouse, enticing me. I don’t bother unbuttoning this useless blouse. I rip it open and gaze upon what’s beneath. What’s she going to do about it? I’ll buy her another one before she leaves.

I pinch her nipple through her lily-white bra. It hardens twice as much as the other one. Has a woman ever wanted me so much before?

My body throbs to know her carnally, to show her how wonderful sex is. Let alone sex with me. Then? I’ll teach her the joys of submission.

But first,this.

I lean in and whisper in her ear. “You belong to me, Alessa. Every part of you. But I’ll start with your cunt.”

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