Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (26 page)

“No, I
have
plans.”

He was testing my patience.
“Right!
You have plans tonight with me. You’re going to be here, working. Now leave my office and draw up the contract,” I said with one eyebrow lifted, waiting for him to challenge me.

Cameron looked down at the floor and turned to leave my office. I could see his fists clenching, but he did not retaliate verbally. Geez, I thought, he certainly was gifted with a large dick, but it seemed that he had no balls to speak of. 

The evening rolled around quickly, and I was exhausted. I un-tucked my shirt from my skirt and pulled out an overstuffed manila envelope with a stack of documents on a case that we needed to go over before the trial.

“Coffee?” he said from outside the door. Then Cameron lightly knocked on my door. It was as if he expected me to be in my office with my panties down. He opened the door at my invitation and walked in with two large coffees from the coffee house, two blocks down. I was relieved to have fresh coffee rather than that stale coffee from the vending machine.

“This is wonderful. Thank you!” I said.

I took the coffee from Cameron and ran my hand down his arm as I thanked him. That gesture confused us both. He wasn’t used to my gentle touch and I wasn’t used to touching him for any reason. After all, he was relatively new to the company, and I prided myself on being Victoria Cox, or “The Rigid Box” as my low-life employees would call me behind
my back, the ones who had experienced my wrath on occasions that demanded that mistakes be called onto the carpet, along with their perpetrators. 

“Cowards,” I whispered.

“Who?”

“Oh, no one, Cameron.
I was talking to myself.”

“So, I’m here. What do you want me to do? I’m going to get it done quickly, so I can still meet my other obligation.”

“Fast?”
I asked.

“If possible.”

“It’s not possible,” I said.

“Don’t you have a life Ms. –err, Victoria?”

“Of course I have a life.”

“That’s not what I hear.”

“I don’t give a shit what you’ve heard. I’m sure you’ve heard a ton of things that aren’t true.”

“Hmm.”

I heard him grunt “Hmm,” and I suddenly felt my blood start to boil.

“What does ‘hmm,’ mean?” I asked, my voice demanding.

“It means that the office chatter by the water cooler seems truer than you realize.”

I slowly walked closer to him and crossed my arms tightly over my chest. “Why do you say that?”

“Because.”

I saw him take a step back and pick up a manila envelope from my desk. “Don’t we have work to do?”

“‘Because?’
Are you six years old? You answer your boss with ‘because’?”

Cameron looked at me from the corner of his eye while he thumbed through the file in his hands. He paced back and forth in front of a reclining chair that sat next to another recliner and a coffee table in the middle. It was a congenial place to conduct negotiations.

“Well?” I asked impatiently.

“Well . .
.nothing
, Victoria. Stop stalling and let’s get this work done so I can indulge in my life.”

I had enough of his disregard for my questions. I purposely dropped a piece of paper to the floor. Cameron leaned over to pick it up, and when his hand was on the ground, I used my spiked heel and thrust it down on his hand.

“
Ow
, shit. Get off me, Victoria. Let my hand go! I write with that hand! It’s my livelihood!”

“You don’t have much to say now, do you?”

I felt that familiar tingle between my legs. Then I saw his head tilt up and look at me with a strong, square jaw and piercing, angry eyes.

Without thought, I pulled my foot off his hand and took a step back. He grunted and stood up. When he straightened his back, it was as if he stood eight feet tall.

What had happened to my submissive little puppy? What had happened to the paralegal
who
did all my bidding?  The look in his eyes was throwing me off my game. I heard myself swallow.

He slowly started to walk toward me. With each step he took, I took a step back. The office was dimly lit due to the descending sun that had disappeared along the horizon. The ambience was eerie.

“I said ‘hmm’ because you are called a prude, a virgin, an old maid, and a bitter woman who needs to be fucked.”

“That’s—that’s not true,” I stuttered.

“I don’t care if it’s true or not. But, I saw you, firsthand, pleasuring your kitty without a care in the world that anyone could have walked in on you. You were in this office during the end of the workday. If you were getting laid on a regular basis, you wouldn’t have taken a chance with that behavior in your office. Plus, I didn’t just see you. I
smelled
what you had been doing before you called me into your office…that evening. Your office reeked of, shall we say, a
certain
feminine scent.”

Oh no!

Mortified, I couldn’t think of a snappy comeback, I was trapped against my desk and his body. His body was pressed against mine, and I could feel his monster cock—rock-hard
and ready to rock and roll. I had to regain control of the situation. “Move, Cameron, we need to get to work.”

“We
are
working. We’re going to work on your attitude and how you treat your employees.”

“Excuse me, but you need to step aside. You’re in my personal space.”

“And you’re in mine. I
have
been stepping aside. I’ve watched you demean and shame and humiliate your good employees and I stepped aside. I’ve watched you micromanage others and I stepped aside. I’ve watched you raise billable hour quotas to the level where nobody escapes without taking work home every weekend and I stepped aside. I’ve watched you like a hawk and I am sure your inflated ego interpreted my interest as sexual. When you put your spike heel on my hand, you changed the playing field.”

“What do you mean?”

“You assaulted me physically and created a hostile working environment.”

He held up his hand and there was a sharp indentation and a bloody scratch from my spike heel that I had ground into his hand. “Look at this. Just who the hell do you think you are?”

“I’m your boss. Now what are you going to do about it?” I challenged him.

“Defend myself.” He reached up and wrapped his hand into the back of my hair. I thought he was going to plant his lips on my mouth, but instead he wrapped his other hand
around my arm and swung me around so that my stomach was pushed up against my desk.

“How does it feel, Victoria, to have someone defend himself from your workplace assault against him?”

My heart was pounding out of control. His stiff dick was pressed against my ass, and his hand was still intertwined in my hair. I had to think fast in order to get out of his grip. “If you don’t let me go, you’ll be fired.”

“I quit,” he whispered in my ear. And then he nipped my earlobe.

My knees almost buckled.

His hot breath and the nip sent a wave of shivers through my body. I searched my desk for a weapon. It’s not that I didn’t want him. In fact, I wanted him so much that my panties were drenched. However, it was the fact that he had the upper hand and I had never been in the situation where a man could, would or even tried to dominate me.

This was uncharted territory.

Cameron knew I searched my desk for something to stop him. I figured he knew because he grabbed my free hand and held it behind my back.

“Why are you being so aggressive?” I asked breathlessly.

“Apparently, it’s the only thing that you respond to. And, it seems to tame your ass.”

“But you’re usually so submissive,” I said, looking back at him.

“Submissive? That is a strange word that has never, and I mean
ever
, been used to describe me. Your first mistake is judging a person from one situation. In this case, you prejudged me based on my work ethics, which are impeccable. Impeccable ethics do not make a submissive.”

I felt his warm, wet tongue run from behind my ear to the bottom of my neck. I moaned aloud. I tried to keep my sounds muffled. I didn’t want him to know the impact he had on my body.

He pushed up on my hand behind my back at the same time that he pushed my head down, face-first onto my desk.
My ass was pressed against his stiff cock, and my legs were slightly spread apart.

Cameron used his right foot to kick out the inside of my right leg.

“Hey, are you a cop or something?”

“I was, until I was shot in the line of duty. I retired with full pension and accolades and started a new career as a paralegal. Didn’t you read my resume before you hired me, or did you just hire me to be the prime eye candy in your office?”

I didn’t reply. He had me there.

He kicked out the inside of my left leg. Now, my legs were really far apart.

His hands were rough as he frisked me. Now my legs were spread even further apart, and there was a thrill in my body that was ready to explode. I didn’t like the submissive position he had put me in, but I enjoyed the feel of his hard dick on my ass.

Then he asked me to do something that I did not expect.

“Victoria, I’m going to release your right hand. I want you to pick up that pad of paper and slide it to you. Then I want you to grab that pen. If you try to do anything with that pen other than write on that paper, I’ll make you regret the moment you thought of it. Understand?”

“Yes,” I reluctantly whispered. I pulled the paper and pen to me and waited for him to tell me what to do next.

“Now, I want you to write a letter to the entire staff, apologizing for your abrupt and abusive behavior.”

“You want me to what?” I questioned.

“You heard me.
Do
it.”

I wanted to rebut his request, but I realized I was in a truly awkward position. I started to write an apology letter:

To Whom It May Concern,

I immediately felt a heavy hand slam down on my ass. I was shocked. I didn’t move and my eyes filled with bitter tears. My voice was low and direct when I spoke. “Why did you do that?”

“To Whom It May Concern sounds like a letter that you’re writing to a bank or a business of random people, Victoria. This letter is to your employees, the same people who take your god-awful verbal abuse day in and day out.”

I hesitated. I couldn’t understand what it was about this situation that made me tremble and made my panties soaked. They were so wet that they were almost uncomfortable. I wanted him to stop playing games and run his hand up my skirt. I needed to feel his fingers slid inside of me.

I picked up the pen and started to write the letter again.

To My Appreciated Employees,

I find it is necessary to send you all an apology letter for my behavior. Although you often provoke my temper—

I felt Cameron slowly move my knee-length skirt up over my round ass.

“W—what are you doing?” This time, I realized that my question was shaky and less powerful.

He didn’t answer me. Instead, he took the waistband of my panties and pulled my lace underwear up
tightly,
making most of my panties disappear between the crack of my ass. A part of me was horrified and embarrassed that my ex-employee was staring at my bare ass. The other part of me wanted to feel his hand cup my butt cheek.

“Separate from the rest of the office, this is for what you did to Diana—you made her cry for what amounted to transposed digits in a date of a cite in the appellate brief. You completely ignored the brilliance of hundreds of hours of her work! And you took credit for the whole thing.”

He spanked each ass cheek several times, hard, and I yelped each time and held back tears.

“Is she your girlfriend?” I finally gulped out.

“No, she’s a human being and a hard worker and deserves to be treated like one!”

Then he slammed his hand against my right cheek. Not once, but twice! I gasped at the pain that shot through my body.

“And this is for the rest of the office!” Before I could say anything or even catch my breath, Cameron slammed his hand across my left ass cheek twice.

My ass hurt so badly that it was like he had seared my cheeks with a hot clothes iron. I gasped at how much it hurt.

I didn’t have to ask why. I quickly realized that my letter was trying to throw the blame on my employees. Without hesitation, I picked up my pen and began to finish the rest of the letter.

Although you often deserve praise, you are met with my wicked tongue-lashing that is usually unnecessary. Please accept this letter as an apology and a promise that I will try to support all of you in the future. You are valued and bring much recognition and success to the firm. Thank you for all of your hard work.