Page 8 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Eight

His words slithered through her body. They didn't sound like merely a command. They actually sounded like a plea. She shuddered in his hold as the tingle increased in her clit. Just before her orgasm took hold, Mr. Slade bit down on the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck.

Morgan cried out as the small amount of pain ran up her neck. This sensation mixed with her climax. Mr. Slade's arm tensed behind her, gripping her tighter as her legs trembled around his body.

"That's my girl."

She barely registered his praise as her orgasm spiked one last time before fading. He slowly removed his hand from between their bodies. After a few seconds of trying to catch her breath, Morgan started to become aware that the water seemed to be getting colder. Shit. How long have we been in here?

Mr. Slade slowly leaned back from her, letting her feet drop to the floor. He had a satisfied grin on his face as his dick slipped free of her. He looked so youthful. Morgan felt as if her heart squeezed a bit harder then. His hands gradually came off her, and she let go of his neck.

Morgan felt a small amount of his cum starting to run out of her pussy. The water spray was barely hitting her legs, as a bit more cum dripped from her. It felt dirty and wonderful at the same time.

"All right, secretary." He winked at her playfully. "Now, wash my back quickly. I have work to do."

He turned away from her and soon handed her the soap over his shoulder. A small giggle came off her lips as she took it. "Yes, Mr. Slade."

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A half an hour later, Morgan was refreshed and back in her office. She smiled while rubbing her hand up over her other arm and shoulder. Mr. Slade had made her feel so many different emotions in merely that small amount of time in his bathroom. Morgan had felt panic, pure happiness, anxiety, and maybe guilt. She exhaled a deep breath before turning and moving farther into her office.

She was sure she wouldn't get very much more time with her boss for the rest of the day. Looking at his schedule, it told her that he had a few conference calls before he had to leave for a meeting out of the office.

Morgan made her way over to a stack of paintings and prints that Marcie had delivered last week. Mr. Slade had gotten a wide variety of artwork so she could pick out a few pieces to hang on her freshly painted walls. A warmth filled her as she thought about that. She wasn't sure how much time he had dedicated to picking out pieces or if he had mostly just handed the responsibility off to his decorator, but either way, it made her happy that he wanted her to have a choice.

They were sitting on the floor, leaned up against the back wall of her office. She bent down and started to look at the framed works. The first one was a scene of a young woman walking through a flowery field. Morgan shook her head and went on to the next.

The next one had potential. It was a photograph of a storm rolling in during a sunrise. The colors that were reflected onto the thick clouds were beautiful. There were several blood red clouds, and the sky was an eerie yellow color. Morgan wasn't sure why, maybe it was the darker aspect of this scene, but she loved it. It almost made her feel more powerful.

She pulled it away from the others and held it up. "Yep. This one for sure."

She turned to set it off to the side and something instantly caught her eye. There was a cardboard box half hidden behind a shelving unit which hadn't been put back into its proper place since the walls were painted. Had it always been there?

Morgan set the framed photo down and stood up, walking the few steps to reach the box. There were file folders sticking out of the top. She felt a strange interest in the contents. Morgan slid it out from behind the shelf.

She slowly thumbed through the labels on the folders. Nothing too interesting until she came to a folder near the back of the box. In fact, this folder wasn't just the normal beige color like the rest. This folder was bright white. The label read, "Acquiescent".

"What's that supposed to mean?" She knew the definition, but Morgan was completely confused what that meant in this office setting. Ready to accept something without protest. Is it for contracts or something?

She paused wondering if she should proceed. Was this breaking company confidentiality by looking at the file? She turned and looked at her door, which was almost closed. Morgan turned her attention back on the mysterious folder.

She exhaled roughly and stood up. She paced back and forth for a few seconds before swearing under her breath. "Damn it." Morgan walked over to her door and quietly closed it all the way. She felt guilty already, but her curiosity was too overwhelming.

Morgan sat down on the floor, which was a bit difficult with her tight skirt. She wasted no more time pulling the bright white folder from the box. She inhaled and closed her eyes for a second. She had a premonition that this folder held things she didn't want to see.

She soon found out she was correct after she opened it. At first, she was even more confused, but in no time, Morgan knew exactly what she was looking at and how it went with the label. There were several applications and personnel files, all women. Morgan's papers were in front.

"These are his temps." She gathered from the label and the fact that she was in there that these were all the ones that had said yes to Mr. Slade and his terms. Morgan's hands trembled. "Damn it."

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