M/F ~ Age Gap ~ Older Man Younger Woman ~ Office Sex ~ Forbidden Sex

My boss makes me beg him to fuck me

I’ve been a bad, bad girl… and my boss is going to make me pay. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

Asher

I take a breath and feel glad that Madilyn is so winded she can’t tell how into this I really am. I love touching her, kissing her, eating her sweet pussy and fucking her.

I have no idea what I did before I knew her. This experience is incredibly different than any I’ve ever had before. And I’ve had a lot of fucking experience with women.

I love how she says she’s ready for me. I can tell by the tone of her voice that she’ll let me take her any time I want her. And that’s exactly what I want to do.

I slap her supple ass and push my cock back into her pussy. She squeezes my cock with her insides as if she wants me to stay there forever.

I push my cock in and out of her, feeling it get harder and pulse more with every pump. I thrust in and out and she dangles her legs out. I wrap them around me while pushing myself into her more. She moves her body back and forth, riding my cock like a horse.

I feel so powerful as I fuck her but so weak with desire and lust. I finally feel myself pulsating with cum and I tell her, “I’m going to come,” but she’s saying the same thing.

“Again,” she says. “I’m going to come again.”

“Do you like it when your boss fucks you?” I ask her, feeling the heat of her pussy at the same time that I feel the amazing release of everything inside me flowing out. I wish there weren’t a barrier between us to block the sensation.

“Yes, Boss,” she says, as she comes on my cock while I finish coming as well.

I pick her up and carry her, naked and nearly as sweaty as I am, to my office chair. I sit her in my lap, and she puts her head on my chest.

“I love your muscles,” she says, tracing my pecs. “And your tattoo.”

She winds her finger down my chest, moving it over the ink I had gotten done some time ago after a trip to Katmandu.

“It’s an Indian symbol for rebirth,” I tell her.

It has multiple meanings, but I don’t tell her those. Not yet. I have a feeling she will be able to draw everything out of me though.

“Cool,” she says, and then she looks into my eyes and smiles. “That was amazing.”

“So how does someone make it through law school and this far in life and still never have sex?” I ask her.

“Oh my God,” she rolls her eyes. “Everyone always asks me that. Not you too!”

“Well, they can’t ask you that anymore.”

I wink at her, and she laughs again.

“Very true.”

She sighs.

“I was just with the wrong guy for a very long time.”

Now she shrugs.

“I guess it’s just as simple as that.”

“But you’re not with him anymore?” I ask her.

I always feel protective and possessive over my pets but this is something different. I just literally possessed her in a way no one ever had before. And I want to make sure I’m the only one who does.

She shakes her head.

“It was a long time coming but it finally happened,” she says. “I’m done with him. For good.”

“Hmmm, it can’t possibly have anything to do with me, can it?” I ask her.

“Yes, Boss,” she says, and we both laugh this time.

She stands up and says, “Well, I have to work on that big brief that’s due tomorrow.”

My eyes linger on her beautiful, naked body.

“I don’t want you to go,” I tell her. “But I do want you to kick ass on that brief.”

She laughs. “What a dilemma you’re facing.”

“Soon we should go somewhere besides my office,” I tell her. “Maybe somewhere nice.”

She looks at me a bit surprised and I feel rather stupid. I never take my pets out on dates. I never do anything with them that doesn’t revolve around the office. And now she knows she’s different.

She smiles and I’m glad I suggested it. I can tell it makes her happy.

“Well good luck,” I tell her. “Let me know if you have questions.”

“Yes, Boss,” she says. “I sure will.”

She leaves and I lean back in my chair, wishing I had a cigar. I only smoke them on special occasions, but I would say that this qualifies as one.

I try to work on some notes for the case, but I can’t concentrate. After about an hour I decide I should go home and shower and call it a night.

But I can’t help but want to see her one more time. I feel like a fucking middle schooler with his first crush.

I open Facebook on my browser and type in her name. I’m no longer stalking her to be my pet, I just want to see her smiling face.

Instead, I see a new post on her wall from Jimmy, whom she had just told me was her definite ex-boyfriend.

It’s a picture of her holding flowers and smiling.

And it says, “Had a lovely time watching TV with you in our living room like in the good old days. Here’s to a fresh start.”

What the fuck?

I stand up and slam my fist down onto my desk.

I knew it was too good to be true.

I knew I shouldn’t have trusted her.

I should have stuck to my rules and now I let her play with my heart. But I’m not going to do that again.

That’s for damn sure.

Madilyn

ONE WEEK LATER

Sleeping with my older, experienced, filthy rich boss wasn’t part of my job description. But there are a lot of fringe benefits I wasn’t told about in advance.

Asher Marks is so full of surprises.

I don’t know what I was expecting to happen between us, but I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon. And I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it so much.

And I certainly wasn’t expecting him to just disappear afterwards, even though he clearly enjoyed it too.

It’s been a week since what I thought had been our reconciliation, but I haven’t heard anything from Asher. He’d given me the entire file on a big case that’s being litigated — Schwartz Capital — and told me to study it from top to bottom.

So, I’ve been sitting here in my cubicle, learning everything about the case, including studying up for a hearing on a big dispositive motion that’s coming up soon. If our client loses this hearing, its case is over for good.

I certainly hope that Asher prepared for the hearing before he took off to God-knows-where and left the file with me. But just in case, I prepare arguments and an outline with plenty of notes. I anticipate every argument that the opposing side will make, from their briefs, from case law and from racking my brain to think of any possible point I would make if I were in their shoes.

Meanwhile, the Barbies and other associates have walked by snickering and whispering.

“Guess she’s been dumped,” they say, loud enough for me to hear.

“That’s what happens when Asher Marks doesn’t end up liking the mentee he’s chosen,” they say. “He books a seat on his private jet and gets the hell out of Dodge for a while.”

“He’s probably in some Caribbean island blowing off some steam about his bad decision with some local ladies.”

“He’ll come back tanned and refreshed, with his senses returned to him and a new mentee chosen, which he’ll be ready to announce right away.”

I type up my notes, trying to stay focused on the hearing preparation I’m not even sure I’m supposed to be doing, and ignore them. What do they know, anyway?

Apparently, though, they know a lot more than I knew when I starting work here. I’d never heard of Asher Marks’…proclivities. And I’d never have dreamed that he’d want me. Or that I would give in to him.

But now, all I want is for him to come back and explain himself. How dare he use me like that, and then leave me?

Unless it’s just part of his game. The mysterious rules to which he always alludes but never explains. He probably likes making me wait, letting me know whose boss, as if I could possibly forget.

Asher might be jerking me around, but I’m choosing to stay the course until he returns and lets me know what’s going on. If he lets me know what’s going on. I wouldn’t put anything past that man, at this point.

I want to be mad at him, but all I can think about are his hands on my breasts, my ass, my pussy. His big cock in my mouth. The way he fucks me.

He wanted to fuck me so badly and he did. But it was on my timetable. So maybe that’s why he freaked out and left.

And I know I could be wrong, but I feel certain he wants something more from me, too.

So, I will wait him out.

I’m midway through reading a deposition transcript in the Schwartz case to prepare for the hearing when I realize I don’t have part of it. So, I go up to the seventeenth floor so I can look for it in his office.

His assistant Dora nods to me as I duck into his office. She’s used to seeing me in here by now. I’m sure she has some idea that it’s not all work and no play — everyone at the firm seems too — but she never lets on. She only ever asks me if I need anything. I’ll ask her to find the rest of the deposition transcript if I can’t find it.

I root around on his desk and then look up on his bookshelves. The phone on his desk rings, and I jump. Then I look at it with curiosity.

“Dora?” I call out.

There’s no answer.

I peek my head out to where her desk is but she isn’t there. She must be in the file room or copy room.

What if he’s calling trying to get through to her? What if he needs her?

I know it’s just an excuse to try to talk to him. But I pick up the phone, telling myself that if it’s not him I’ll just pretend to be Dora. And if it is his him, I’ll see how he reacts before determining how to proceed.

“Asher Marks’ office,” I say confidently, as if answering his phone was a normal part of my job.

“Who is this?” a woman’s voice says on the other line.

“Excuse me?” I ask. Then I clear my throat. I have to remember to stay professional. “This is his…assistant,” I lie.

“This is not Dora,” the woman says.

Shit.

“When I say assistant, I mean associate,” I quickly correct myself. He might kill me if he finds out I was answering his phone pretending to be someone else but I don’t know what else to do. “This is Madilyn.”

“Oh Madilyn, is it?” the woman says. “So that’s your new name. But it doesn’t make any difference.”

“Excuse me?” I ask her.

“You’re his newest pet, of course. But you’re all the same. It’s not worth learning your name when you’ll be gone before I know it and he’ll be onto the next one.”

“Who is this?” I demand again, very angry now.

“You can tell him his wife called,” she says, and hangs up.

His wife?

What the ever-living fuck?

I knew Asher was mysterious but this is an all-time low.

Just when I thought things were different between us, I realize they’re really not. She’s right. Not only am I one in a long list of foolish associates he’s “mentored” over the years but I’m probably the only one dumb enough not to have known he was married.

He may have fooled me once, but not again. I regret ever losing my virginity to him.

But as I look down at the same desk on which he fucked me silly, I have to admit to myself that that’s not true. It was a hell of a way to lose my virginity, even if it turned out to be a lot shallower of a “relationship” than I thought it was.

Asher

I haven’t seen Madilyn in days.

And even though I want to, I know I can’t.

I’m coming close to falling for her in a way that is much too dangerous.

I can’t believe she lied to me. That she’s still with Jimmy even though she claimed they were over for good. I can’t believe I let myself be taken for such a fool.

So, I did what I had to do: I got far, far away.

All the way to the South Pole, in fact.

Nolan, a climbing friend of mine, had been bugging me for months to join him on a yacht-based expedition of the Antarctic Peninsula that he’d been planning to take this week.

Initially I’d told him to just borrow my yacht and go without me, because I would be too busy with work. But that was only half true.

Sure, I have a big trial coming up in the Schwartz Capital case, for which I really should be preparing. I hope that Madilyn is as good of an associate as she is a pet, because I’m entrusting her with the case in my absence. She just doesn’t know the specifics or length of my absence, or the level at which I’m entrusting her.

The main reason I’d told Nolan I couldn’t go on this trip was that I was expecting to be grooming my next pet. Madilyn. But everything with her happened much more quickly than I’d anticipated; much more quickly than it usually does. And I didn’t know what to do to slow it down, except to tell Nolan to count me in on his trip.

Now, though, I’m wondering if it was really such a good idea. I’m off my game in every aspect of my life.

Sure, the trip has been great, and the scenery has been breathtaking so far. Nolan and some of his finance buddies and I had boarded in Ushuaia and departed for Drake Passage, sailing Port Williams, Chile. We’d enjoyed a short climb in Port Lockroy and then a longer climb on Mt. Lopez, on Doumer Island.

We’d headed down the Graham Coast, as far as Prospect Point, and we’d just spent two days skiing and climbing, but it didn’t clear my head like it normally does. And I had a scary slip off of a secure hold, which isn’t like me at all.

“Dude, are you alright?” Nolan had asked, as he helped me up.

“Yeah, I’m just not feeling too great,” I’d told him.

He looked at me funny.

“The last time you slipped during a climb — ”

“It’s nothing like that,” I’d quickly protested, knowing he was thinking of my divorce.

My ex-wife and I had tried for a long time to make it work, but when we finally called it quits, the break-up really fucked with my head.

It’s nothing like that at all, I’d repeated mentally, as if trying to convince myself it was true as much as I was trying to convince Nolan.

“Have you even talked to her lately?” he asked, raising a concerned eyebrow.

“No. No, I haven’t.”

Which was true, although I’d left some details out, that he didn’t need to know about. My ex-wife did call me last week but that’s nothing out of the ordinary.

She likes to call every time the new associates start working because she knows I might be choosing a new pet.

She has a ridiculous theory that I’m only using them as substitutes for her, and none of them are good enough so I have to keep “churning and burning through them,” as she puts it. She thinks I purposefully pick pets that aren’t right for me so that I don’t get attached to them.

Even years after our divorce, she still likes to be cruel to me. I know that she’s not correct in her theory.

I know that my pets are my diversion, and that the reason I rotate them rather quickly is so that I don’t get close enough to them to allow any of them to hurt me the way she did. It’s easier and more fun that way and she’s just jealous and angry that I’m no longer available to be her emotional punching bag.

I ignored her call, not wanting to get into it with her. Usually I show myself I’m the bigger person by picking up the phone and telling her to fuck off, but right now I don’t want to deal with her. I have enough on my plate.

I’m sure she’ll continue to call. But I’m too far away to be reached so she can just listen to the phone ring and ring and ring. For the first time since our divorce, I really think I’m fucking over her.

If only it wasn’t because of Madilyn. Madilyn who apparently isn’t over her own ex.

“All right, man,” Nolan had finally relented. “But maybe you need some rest.”

“Yeah, I agree,” I’d said, and come back here to the yacht.

Lounging comfortably on the couch, I take out my iPad and access my secret file of former pets. None of them had hesitated to dress up — or undress — and pose for me. All of them do exactly what I want, when I want them to. All of them, except for Madilyn.

Damn her. I scroll through the leather-and lingerie-clad pets of my past, but I don’t feel any of the emotions that looking at them usually evokes.

There’s no power. There’s no sense of control. There’s just the desire to see Madilyn rather than any of them.

What the hell am I doing out here in Antarctica, running away from my fucking problems? I need to face them.

But I know that if I go back to the office, I’ll have sex with Madilyn again. And if I have sex with her after knowing how she betrayed me, it’ll be too late to back out. I’ll be a sucker. And I hate being a sucker.

But maybe it’s already too late. Maybe I’m already a sucker.

Because I do something I’ve never done before in my life: I delete the photos of my past pets.

That seems to seal something I already knew deep inside me.

Madilyn is the one for me. As scary as it is, I have to face it.

I power off my iPad and walk out to the deck of the yacht. I squint into the snowy mountains, where Nolan and his friends have nothing on their minds except climbing to the top of the white peaks.

It was a mistake to come on this trip. All I can think of is showing Madilyn the views, teaching her how to climb or ski, if she doesn’t already know how. I’ve never felt this way about another pet. I’ve always been able to separate work, climbing and play.

I know I have to head back and deal with whatever looms in front of me. Just like when I’m climbing.

Our plan for this trip was to eventually work our way back north to Paradise Harbour and be in position to sail back to South America for a ski tour around Danco and Ronge Islands. We’re supposed to sail back to Port Williams and go for an overnight hike in the mountains behind the town before departing for home from Ushuaia.

But I can’t stay for all of that. I need to get back to Madilyn.

I phone my private helicopter to come pick me up once I dock. And I leave a message for Nolan. I know he’ll understand, even though he’ll know that I’ve let a woman fuck with my head.

He’ll just think it’s a different woman — the same one that has been doing it for decades, but for some strange reason my ex-wife no longer seems to have any power over me. Apparently. the space that was taken up for years in my mind and heart has been replaced by my new associate, mentee and pet, Madilyn St. Clair.

I just have to give her an ultimatum. Choose Jimmy or me. I’m not sure I can forgive her for lying to me. But maybe if I punish her for doing it, I’ll have some motivation to try.

Madilyn

I’ve come to work early because I have nothing better to do these days. Nervous excitement often wakes me up even earlier than usual, and by the time I’ve finished walking Lucia, there’s nothing else to do but get dressed — with Asher in mind, as always — and head into work.

The good news is that my billable hours are really high this month. And I’ve covered just about everything possible in the Schwartz Capital case.

The bad news is that I’ve worked myself out of work. I’m beginning to fear that if Asher doesn’t return soon, I’ll have to go begging Janice for more boring deposition transcripts to summarize.

In Asher’s absence and ever since getting the call from his “wife,” I’ve done some thinking. I’m not sure she even is his wife. I haven’t heard a thing about her, and I sure had heard a lot of other things about him before I met him. I Googled him and didn’t see anything about a wife.

Maybe she’s just someone who is jealous and starting problems. She could even be Mandy, for all I know.

And even if he has a wife, maybe they’ve been separated for a long time. Maybe they’ve had an open relationship or other agreements. I certainly know about on again off again relationships. Who am I to judge?

Perhaps these are all my desperate attempts to reconcile my desire for him with my disgust at him for lying to me. But I also know that life is never perfect. While Asher has been gone I realized I still needed to change quite a bit about my life.

When I got home after seeing Asher the last time we were together — the first time I’d ever made love to anyone — I saw an annoying post on my Facebook wall from Jimmy. He was trying to act like everything was great between us and sucker me back into being with him again.

Suddenly my old feelings of guilt and obligation just evaporated. I realized he’d been playing me for his own reasons, and I shouldn’t feel bad about wanting it to be over for good. I’d never made that decision before I met Asher, but I know now that it’s for the best.

I’d called Jimmy up and said, “This has got to stop.”

“What does?” he’d asked innocently.

“Delete that picture from Facebook,” I told him. “You said it was for your mom.”

“It was, but you looked so beautiful in it that I also thought I’d…”

“Jimmy, it doesn’t matter. I’m blocking you from Facebook.”

“What? You said you wanted to be friends. You said that maybe in the future…”

“No,” I’d told him. “There is no future for us. Sometimes people come into your life for a certain reason and then it no longer works out. I appreciate you being there for me when my dad died. But it shouldn’t have turned into such a long and unsatisfying relationship. We should have let it go a long time ago.”

“It wasn’t unsatisfying for me,” he’d said, pouting.

“Jimmy, we never even had sex.”

And there it was: the truth of the matter plain as day, more apparent than it was during all those counseling sessions that never went anywhere.

“We’re just not right for each other and that’s okay,” I’d told him. “Goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” he’d said, and I knew this time it was for good.

I’ve had such a feeling of lightness and relief since then. I don’t know what will happen with Asher and me, but I know that the experience of being with him has changed me for the better. Life is too short to be stuck in a bad relationship. I want the excitement and adrenaline of what I have with Asher, or nothing at all.

But now, it’s time to work. There’s a big trial coming up and I have no idea where Asher even is.

I have to start a pot of coffee, since no one else is around to make it. I sit down with my cup after waiting for it to brew, and I see a flashing instant message notification.

I freeze, both of my hands gripping my coffee mug. I finally remember how to remove one of them and place it on the mouse to click on the message.

Asher Marks: Miss me?

Madilyn St. Clair: Yes, Boss.

Asher Marks: How much?

I pause. Enough that I’ve been masturbating every night — and sometimes in the bathroom at work — wondering if you’ll ever fuck me again.

Enough that my thoughts have been all consumed by you.

Enough to nearly memorize every line in every transcript of every hearing in the Schwartz Capital case.

But I can’t tell him all of that. So, I look around, making sure no one else has come in, and then I unbutton my blouse. I reveal a flash of the black bra he bought me — which I’ve been wearing every day since I last saw him, being careful to hand wash it and line dry it at home.

Asher Marks: That’s it?

I unsnap the covering of my bra, exposing a nipple.

Asher Marks: That’s better. Now open the top drawer of your desk.

Startled, I pull open the drawer. I don’t see anything except my usual assortment of office supplies and hair ties. Then I hear a notification of a new text message.

Asher Marks: Under your desk organizer.

I pull up the plastic desk organizer and there it is.

A pink feather.

I know that nothing should surprise me about Asher anymore, but I have no idea when he put this here, or how. I suppose he just arrived at the office even earlier than I did.

Asher Marks: You know what to do with it.

I look around again, starting to get fearful that some other early bird will walk in. An eager beaver paralegal. I’m already the talk of the office, but that would just completely solidify my reputation.

Asher Marks: Hurry up, Pet.

Madilyn St. Clair: Yes, Boss.

I lightly place the feather up against my nipple. It instantly stands at attention. I rub the feather up and down, loving the soft and fluffy sensation against my skin.

Asher Marks: And the other one.

I unsnap the other bra covering and move the feather back and forth between both of my nipples.

I’d forgotten to type my complicity, but then I remember that he can hear me, so I say, “Yes, Boss,” out loud.

Asher Marks: Are you ready for your training session?

“Yes, Boss.”

Asher Marks: Put the feather in your mouth and come to me just as you are. Don’t cover yourself. You’re all mine. And I don’t care who knows it.

What about you? I want to ask. Are you all mine too?

But I don’t.

It’s his turn to be in charge and I’m just glad he’s back. I’ve never felt so compliant or submissive before. But I’ve never enjoyed any other feeling this much, either.

I take a deep breath, but I say, “Yes, Boss” and stand up obediently, before he gets angry. I don’t want to do anything to ruin this upcoming encounter that I had been fearing wouldn’t happen. And that I hope will still happen.

I walk quickly to the elevator, with the pink feather in my mouth and my nipples exposed to whoever might pass by. Luckily, it’s still early, and no one’s around.

But there’s no way that Asher could know that. He’s taking a big risk and he obviously wants me in on it. I suppose he can pull strings if I’m caught but my heart still pounds as I head up to his floor.

The air conditioner blasts my nipples, causing them to stand up even straighter still. It blows my feather every which way.

I’m afraid of an early appearance by a secretary — I know that some of them come in after their kids leave for school and leave early in the afternoons to pick them up — but no one’s here. Perhaps Asher has a way to tell them not to come in yet. Or perhaps he just doesn’t care.

I think about the phone call from his “wife” and turn cynical. I’m sure that knowing that someone can catch us is all part of his sick and twisted game, just like I am.

And yet, I’m so excited as I approach his office that I almost float right in. The door is open, and when he sees me he nods. It’s a quick gesture — his eyes move down to the floor and back up again — but I know what he wants me to do.

I shut and lock his door and then I get on my hands and knees. With the feather still in my mouth, I crawl across the floor to his desk.

“Very good, Pet,” he says, tilting my face up to his.

It’s obvious that he’s impressed.

He takes the feather from my mouth and rubs it on my breasts, much like I was just doing downstairs, except that now it feels even better.

I shiver, and he says, “What have you learned about the Schwartz Capital case in my absence?”

“The company was incorporated in 1992,” I begin, as he smiles and takes one of my nipples in between his fingers. He rubs my nipple while also brushing it lightly with the feather.

Now he’s as obviously impressed by my case knowledge as he was by my submission, so I continue my litany of facts.

At one point I say, “The co-founder’s son and cousin had a difference of opinion as to how…” and he pinches my nipple, hard, causing me to stop mid-sentence.

“Owww!” I exclaim.

“The co-founder’s son and nephew had a difference of opinion,” he corrects me.

“Yes. Sorry, Boss.”

I continue reciting the facts I’d memorized, as he strokes my nipples approvingly.

“Stand up,” he says, although I’m not done reciting.

“Yes, Boss.”

He unbuttons the rest of my blouse and then removes it. He looks at my breasts as if he’s going to return to fondling them, but instead he unzips my skirt and lets it fall to the floor. I’m only wearing his lingerie and my heels.

Then he unsnaps the covering on my panties.

“You’ve been wearing this the whole time I’ve been gone?” he asks me.

“Yes, Boss.”

“What a good little pet,” he says, running a finger along my pussy. “You’ll be rewarded for your loyalty.”

I stare back at him, trying hard to catch my breath.

I want him to pick me up and lay me down on his desk, but I know better than to make any requests.

He says, “Turn around.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“And continue.”

“Yes, Boss.”

It’s getting harder to remember everything I’d learned about the case. All I want is for him to lay me down on his desk and fuck me. But I do my best to continue with the background facts.

He pulls my thong over to the side, so that I’m completely exposed to him.

My back is mostly turned to him, but I can see a bit with my peripheral vision and I’m pretty sure he’s removing his tie. Just when I think he’s going to undress and finally take me, he surprises me once again by tying one of my ankles to the leg of his desk.

“Keep telling me what you’ve learned,” he commands.

“Yes, Boss.”

I begin to talk about the proceedings in the case, starting with the Complaint being filed. It’s not exactly pillow talk, but it seems to be doing the trick. I can hear his breath quicken behind me.

He walks over to a door that appears to be a closet, where he must keep extra ties and blazers for court. He comes back with two more ties and ties my other ankle to the leg of his desk chair.

Then he tells me, “Lean forward,” and I obey. He walks around and ties my arms to the chair in front of the desk.

“Very good,” he says, looking into my eyes, as I continue to talk about the motions and pleadings that have been filed in the case.

He walks back behind me and sits down in his chair. My pussy is exposed directly in front of his face. He begins to slide the feather up and down my clit.

“Oh my god,” I say, leaning back and enjoying the sensation.

“Bad Pet,” he says, slapping my ass.

“Ouch!” I cry out.

I’ve never had my ass slapped so hard before. The only other time was the last time that Asher spanked it, but this time is different. It feels hard and possessive and commanding. It stings.

“What is the current status of the case?” he asks me, as he returns the feather to my pussy.

“A motion to dismiss has been filed and briefed, and set for oral argument,” I respond.

“That’s right, Pet.”

He puts his mouth on my clit and licks gently, where the feather had been. My pussy shakes. My entire body shakes.

“Continue. What is the best argument against the motion to dismiss?”

I can barely think. My legs wobble underneath me. I had typed up a whole outline of arguments, yet had left it unprinted on my computer because I hadn’t known Asher would be here and would call me into his office. And it’s not like I’d be able to look at it anyway, all tied up like I am.

“Continue,” Asher says again, and then he slaps my pussy.

“Oh, my God!”

I feel pain and pleasure, mixed together. I want him to fuck me, and keep slapping me, all at the same time.

“I mean, yes, Boss. The best argument counters the statute of limitations time bar by stating that the claims didn’t arise until after the son and nephew began fighting…”

“Very good, Pet,” he says, sucking on my clit while using the feather to play with my pussy hole.

I continue with my arguments, now that I can remember them, and his finger travels to my asshole. He lets it linger for a minute, but then decides to put it into my pussy hole instead.

I’m both relieved and intrigued.

“Have you ever wanted to be fucked in the ass?” he asks me, his tone casual and everyday-like, as if his question is relevant to something I’d just said.

“Not particularly,” I tell him honestly.

I’ve always felt really weird about the whole asshole area, but I leave that part out. I have a feeling he’ll expand my horizons about that, just like he has done with everything else.

“I took my little pet’s virginity and now I need to take her anal virgin,” he says, lightly biting on my clit while fingering my pussy.

He rubs the feather on my asshole and sucks on my clit.

“Oh my god,” I tell him.

He slaps my ass, hard, and says, “Continue your argument.”

I do, as well as I can because I’m close to coming. I hope he lets me reach climax. I try not to let on how badly I want him to make me come.

“I need to punish you for being a bad pet,” he tells me. “I need to take something else from you today. You need to tell me how much you want me to.”

“Please, Boss,” I tell him, my legs trembling as he eats my pussy. “I want you to take me.”

I’m not sure what he thinks I need to be punished for. If anything, he’s the one who needs to be punished. But I’ve missed him so much and my desire for him is so great that I can barely think straight. I let him do what he wants.

“Do you now?” he asks, as I feel my juices gushing into his mouth. A warm shiver runs through my entire body as I come all over his face.

“Do you want to make me come like I’m making you come?” he asks me, in between licking up my wetness.

“Yes, Boss, please,” I beg.

I lay my head down, panting on his desk.

“Please what, Pet?”

“Please fuck me. I’ll do anything you want. Just fuck me.”

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I’ll show her the ropes.

Then I’ll tie her up with them.

Asher: Madilyn St. Clair doesn’t know it, but I hand-picked her to be the newest employee at my firm. I’ve assigned myself as her mentor, and I plan to teach her everything I know. And I do mean everything. I’m her first boss and I want to be her first… everything else as well. I knew I wanted her before she even started working here. And now that she’s here, I really f*cking want her. Those curves. That smile. The way she looks at me with those innocent yet sultry eyes. It all drives me wild, and I know I can claim her as my own. She makes me chase her, but I know she’ll be saying “Yes, Boss” soon. No one can stop me from taking what I want… except maybe myself. I built this firm from the ground up, and I don’t follow anyone’s rules. But I do have my own rules to ensure I don’t lose everything I’ve made, by playing fast and loose with my heart, just like I’m starting to do with her. Because now I’m already wanting to put a ring on her finger. And my baby in her belly.

I’m used to getting what I want, but I’m not used to wanting something more.

Madilyn:

My boss is not supposed to be trying to sleep with me. And I’m not supposed to want to let him. Asher Marks and I couldn’t be any different if we tried. We’re both ambitious lawyers, but that’s where comparisons end. He’s a lot older than me. And much more experienced than I am, both in the courtroom and in the bedroom. He’s filthy rich and the word around the firm is that he’s a player. I can’t stand guys like him. He thinks he can do what he wants whenever he wants. He wants me to say, “Yes boss,” “Please boss,” “More boss.” Maybe even, “Take me, boss,” and “Knock me up, boss.” “Tie me up and give me your babies, boss.” These are all things I used to think I’d never say to anyone. But for some strange reason, I start to want to say it all to him. I want to let him have me. What has gotten into me? I’m usually the type of woman who likes to stay in control… of my life, my career and my relationships.

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