Authors: J. S. Scott
"Don't think I'll let you take control all of the time," she warned him, the laughter in her voice negating any anger at his dominate behavior.
"You didn't say that when you were calling me Sir and begging to come," he reminded her playfully.
She swatted him on the shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom. "Don't expect it again."
"We'll see, Hannah," he answered in a warning voice that amused her.
His comment challenged her and normally she would rise to the bait, but she was too happy to argue. She rested her head on his shoulder and let him take her to the shower.
Thank you, Cindy.
The thought went out to her friend wherever she was.
Even though Ryan was her accidental dom…he was the best birthday present she had ever received.
In Trouble With The Boss (The Pleasure Of His Punishment: An Erotic Sex Story Of Sexual Submission)
Lori Kincaid knew she was in trouble.
She had been summoned to Mr. Walker’s office just as she had been about to shut down her computer and end her long work day. She sighed as she finished shutting down her computer and pulled her purse from her desk drawer, already suspecting what Mr. Walker wanted to talk to her about.
She had known “borrowing” money from the petty cash box was wrong, but it wasn’t as if returning the cash wasn’t her first priority. Payday was coming at the end of the week and Lori had planned on returning the money the moment her check was cashed.
She had been so damned desperate after her now ex-boyfriend had up and left her after entirely cleaning out her bank account. He hadn’t left her a single penny…not even for gas to get to work, much less enough to feed herself until payday.
How had she ended up with such a loser? Her friends had warned her. Michael , who was a self proclaimed artist-in-the-making, could never hold a job and hadn’t shown much interest in obtaining one. Why would he need to when she had been so willing to support him? She had ended up being a real dupe, thinking that having a
boyfriend – even if he was a bad one - was better than being alone since she wasn’t exactly a beauty queen. Now that she was alone, broke and probably about to become unemployed, the being alone part didn’t sound so bad.
Lori ducked into the bathroom to use the facilities and make sure her appearance was appropriate to appear in front of her boss, Matthew Walker. She knew she was stalling, holding off the inevitable. Twisting her hair back into it’s clip severely, she tried to make sure the wayward strands of blonde hair were all secured.
She had worked for Mr. Walker for almost a year. He paid her a very good salary as his Office Manager and Paralegal, but she really didn’t know him well at all. He was an excellent attorney and a raving workaholic who spent most of his time during the day in court and long hours in the office in the evening. He rarely smiled and he communicated what he wanted done mostly in writing or by telephone. During their brief encounters in the office he was abrupt, but never unkind. Damn it! She loved her job. She was a one person office and enjoyed running Walker Legal Services. With bills to pay and no money to pay them, she really needed her job. She could end up on the streets without a paycheck.
He trusted me…and I let him down.
Lori put a hand to her rolling stomach and propped her other one on the sink to support her shaking legs. She should have just told her boss what had happened and requested his assistance, but she had felt like such an idiot. Now all she could feel was the shame of betraying a boss that have given her a shot even though she hadn’t had much experience in the field a year ago.
She took one last glance in the mirror as she smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her conservative, knee-length skirt. She grimaced at her ordinary, girl-next-door face. She wasn’t ugly, but she had an ordinary face that basically blended into the woodwork. Nothing striking about her looks, and she had a personality that did absolutely nothing to draw attention to herself.
Quiet, conservative and boring.
Most of the time she didn’t mind being average. There were only occasional moments where she wished she was a blonde bombshell with huge boobs and a vivacious personality.
Lori took a deep breath and let it out as she opened the bathroom door. Her conservative high heels clicked over the hardwood floors in the lobby as she made her way nervously down the office hallway to Mr. Walker’s personal office. She tapped lightly several times on the closed door.
“Come in.” His deep baritone voice sounded stern and uninviting.
Lori opened the door to find her boss buried in work as usual. His fingers were flying over the computer keyboard and he didn’t even glance her direction.
“Have a seat, Ms. Kinkaid.”
Lori’s heart flip flopped as it always did when she saw her boss. Matthew Walker was a no-nonsense man, serious and professional...but he was incredibly attractive. He was over six feet of hard-muscled body and had the face of an angel with striking blue eyes that more often than not were glacial or impassive. His blonde hair was always cut short and immaculately groomed. A business suite was the only attire she had ever seen him in and he wore it as naturally as his own skin.
Lori admired him professionally, even though she barely knew him personally. He was probably ten years older than herself, which would put him in his early thirties, and he was driven. He had accomplished so much for a man his age through pure determination and a schedule that would probably kill a normal man. But Matthew Walker was no average guy.
He let her sit and stew in silence for about five minutes before he shut down his computer and looked her in the eye. Right at the moment his blue eyes were glacial and coated with ice.
“Do you know why I wanted to see you, Ms. Kincaid?” He stood up from his chair and walked around to the front of the desk. He leaned his hip against the desk and crossed his arms, towering over her with a grave expression on his face.
“I’m...n-not quite...certain, Mr. Walker.” She was stammering nervously.
Guilty!
She knew it and he knew it. God…how she hated herself.
“You have worked for me for nearly a year, Ms. Kincaid.” He shot her a disappointed look she had never seen before. “I would never have imagined that you were a thief. I trusted you with my office, which is nearly my whole life.”
He trusted me. He trusted me.
Somehow, this man’s disappointed hurt even worse than Michael’s desertion.
How could she explain? “Oh...the money! Sir...I swear I only borrowed it. My boyfriend left me and cleaned out my bank account. I just needed some money for gas and food until I get paid. I was going to return it.” It sounded lame, but it was the truth.
“The struggling artist who can never keep a real job actually left you?” It was a question, but very nearly a statement. It was as if he already knew. The tone took Lori by surprise. She hadn’t realized he knew anything about her personal life.
“Y-yes sir. He took everything I had.” She was close to tears as she chocked out her reply.
“I can’t abide a thief, Ms. Kincaid. No matter what the reason, you stole from me.”
“I know I did, Mr. Walker, but I was desperate. I wouldn’t have ever done it otherwise.” She hung her head, knowing she never should have done it at all.
He sighed and shifted until he was half sitting on the desk and close enough to touch her. Close enough for her to smell his clean, masculine scent. She wanted to move away, yet she wanted to get closer. His scent had always made her dizzy with longing.
“I can’t trust you anymore, Ms. Kincaid. I’m afraid I have to let you go. I can’t leave my office in the hands of a thief.” There was regret mixed with anger in his tone.
“I’m not a thief, Mr. Walker. I’ve worked very hard for everything in my life and I have never stolen from anyone. I really did plan to return the money.” She kept her head lowered, tears freely flowing down her cheeks. “Please sir....I really need my job right now. I’ll do anything to prove my loyalty to you.”
“Anything?” His voice became soft and menacing.
Yes, Lori thought...anything! She’d work hard. Work longer hours. Run personal errands for him. Whatever he wanted. She just wanted to keep her job.
He reached over and tilted her head up to look at her tear stained face. “You realize that I should fire you and call in the police for this offense?”
Oh God. Not the police. She had never been in trouble for anything. She would be alone, broke
and in jail.
She shuddered as she begged, “Don’t! Please, Mr. Walker. I’m willing to pay you back.”
“It’s not the money,” he let out a frustrated breath as he let go of her face and returned to his desk chair. “Clean out your desk, Ms. Kincaid. I will have to consider whether or not I want to file a police report.”
He was finished with her. Oh, God. She couldn’t leave it like this.
“Please, Mr. Walker. What can I do? I am loyal. I do love my job. I want to keep it. I’ll work extra hours. Whatever I can do to make it up to you. Please don’t call in the police. I’ve never been in trouble. I don’t want to go to jail,” she finished breathlessly.
“Hmm...how far would you be willing to go to prove that you have learned a lesson? I’m disappointed and I’m angry. I thought you were honest,” he growled as he looked her up and down, his expression livid...but she noticed something else. He looked hungry, like a predator who hadn’t had a meal in weeks.
She bowed her head again to look at her hands in her lap that were twisting and turning nervously as she answered softly, “I am honest. I was desperate.”
“Will you do whatever I say? Will you take your punishment from me if I keep this quiet and let you keep your job?,” he questioned in a voice that was low and husky.
Her heart was pounding in her ears so loudly that she couldn’t think. He wasn’t going to have her arrested. Her body flooded with relief, so grateful that she would agree to any punishment he wanted to dole out.
“Anything, Mr. Walker,” she promised, her voice high and eager.
He lounged back in his chair. “Stand up and take your clothes off,” his voice was deep and sensual, but it was also commanding.
Her eyes flew to his face to see if he was joking…but he looked pretty damn serious. His expression was hungry and wild.
“W-What did you say?”
“I said take off your clothes. Now! You wanted to leave your punishment to me. Or you can just go and I will decide whether to call the police,” he shrugged, but his fierce gaze never left her face.
Lori was confused. He wanted her? Sexually? Impossible.
“Either undress or leave,” he told her impatiently.
“What are you going to do to me?,” she asked softly as she slowly stood up.
“You are going to do everything I tell you to do? Don’t ask questions. Do you understand?” His arms crossed over his massive chest, his ferocious gaze startled her as he continued to stare, waiting for her reaction.
She was trembling now as she considered what to do. Face losing her job and going to jail, or let her boss take her any way he wanted to? She was terrified but couldn’t help also being somewhat aroused. He had to be playing with her, tormenting her for her actions. What would a man like Matthew Walker want with a woman like her?
“Sir.....I-”
“Let down your hair first. Then start undressing,” he instructed in a matter-of-fact tone that told her that she need to act.