Possessive Boss

“Oh, yes,” I moan.

He drops between my legs again. He sucks my clit, licks it, fucks me with his fingers. He goes faster, faster, moving his strong hands on my body, his tongue driving me wild. It feels so good and I can barely keep quiet as the pleasure mounts all around my skin, making me shiver and groan, taking me closer and closer, making it build. I grab his hair tighter and say his name, a whisper at first, but louder.

“Oh, fuck, Jacob,” I moan. “Oh my fucking god.”

He doesn’t stop. He goes faster, the animal, the man. He licks and sucks my clit and makes me gasp and groan, my body tense, every muscle ready, every muscle perched and on the verge. I know I’m so close and I can’t believe it, his tongue and fingers driving me wild.

I’ve been needing this all day, waiting for it all day, and the tension’s built up so much that now I know I can’t wait another second. His delicious tongue, his incredible fingers. I gasp out his name. “Fuck, Jacob,” I moan and throw back my head.

I come with his fingers buried inside of me, his tongue on my clit. I come hard and he laps me up, nibbles me, sucks me, drinks me in. He growls his delight and I shudder, shaking. It feels like it lasts forever, but slowly I come back down to earth.

He stands and licks his fingers clean, looking at me. He steps back and cocks his head. I’m sitting on his desk, sweating, breathing hard, my skin completely flushed, my legs wide.

“Now, that was an act of devotion,” he says. “Do you understand, Valerie?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

If he can make me feel like that…

I’ll show him devotion. As much as he wants.

“Good. Now, get off that desk and come here.”

I hop down. I straighten my skirt. God, it’s so uncomfortable, but I don’t care. I walk to him and press myself against his chest. He tilts my chin up and kisses me.

I lean into that kiss. I can’t believe how much I need it and how good he tastes, even if I can still taste myself on his lips. He pulls me tight against him and I linger there for longer than I should.

That’s when the door opens.

We both look over. He doesn’t pull away though. Aimee steps into the room, about to say something, but stops midsentence.

She stares at us, mouth hanging open. I’m in his arms and it’s obvious what we were doing. Aimee turns red and takes a step back. “I am so, so sorry,” she says. “I should’ve knocked. I’m so sorry.”

“Aimee,” Jacob says.

But she hurries out of there and closes the door behind her.

“Oh, shit,” he says.

I cover my mouth. I can’t believe what just happened. We weren’t supposed to get caught… this wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Fuck,” he growls. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be fine.”

“Fine? We’ll be fine?”

He looks at me and nods once. “It’s not a problem. People have workplace romances all the time.”

“But… isn’t it…”

“Against the rules?” He smirks. “I’m the fucking boss, little Valerie. I’ll have a talk with Aimee and explain what she just saw.”

“What did she see?” I ask.

He steps back toward me. “You tell me.”

“She saw me in your arms. Maybe she saw us kissing.”

“But what did she really see?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

“She saw a man that owns what he had.” He tilts my chin toward her. “Is that right, little Valerie? Do I own you now?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good girl. I’ll tell her some version of that.”

“A nicer version?”

“One she’ll be more comfortable with.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Good thing she didn’t come in ten minutes ago.”

I turn bright red. I don’t know if I would’ve survived that.

“It’ll be okay,” he says. “I promise. I’ll take care of it.”

I nod once. “Okay. I believe you.”

“Good. Now, go back to your desk and act like nothing happened. And smile at Aimee when you leave. Say good night.”

“I’ll try. I might spontaneously combust though.”

“You won’t. You can survive this.”

“Yeah.”

He kisses me one last time. “And by the way. You taste incredible.”

“You think so?”

“Absolutely.”

I smile and turn away from him. I feel dizzy with joy and pleasure but also dread and embarrassment. It’s a strange, heady mixture. I get to his door and pause, turning back to him.

“Jacob… are you going to demand more acts of devotion?” I ask.

He nods, a smile on his lips. “Absolutely.”

I smile back. “Good.”

I leave and shut the door behind me. I walk to my desk, head held high, and sit back down.

I won’t burn up. I won’t let myself die of embarrassment. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

Nothing bad can happen here. The only bad thing would be if my boss heard about this. I know that would be really, really bad.