He had no idea how deflated his suggestion left me. I was hoping for a continuation of our rendezvous.
“No problem,” the mousy lady said. “Follow me, Ms. Scarlet.”
She led me out of the office.
So much for being more than sex buddies. Kristie was right; there wasn't supposed to be any commitment in this relationship.
***
My job as a secretary turned out to be pretty basic. All I had to do was keep track of Riley's schedule, answer his calls, type some emails that followed common protocol, and take care of Riley's needs, like food and drinks.
I was quite certain that those 'needs' of Riley’s include something more taboo than those elementary aspects.
I was running through his schedule when he rang me up on the telecom.
"I need you in my office," he said.
"I'll be right there," I replied.
"Now."
The matter sounded urgent, so I scurried over in haste. I closed the door behind me. "What do you need, boss?"
The Riley that I faced wasn't the Riley I was familiar with. His eyes were steelier than usual, and he carried a certain air around him that screamed dominance. The new side of him sent a jolt to my core—it was insanely sexy, yet terrifying.
He gestured to a piece of stationery lying next to his desk. "Pick up the pen."
"Seriously? You called me all the way here for that? Pick it up yourself." I turned around.
My fingers were wrapped around the doorknob when he said, "Pick up the pen. Don't test me, Scarlet."
A shiver ran through me. Even the stubborn part of me didn't fight against his command. Perhaps one of his business as**sociates rubbed him the wrong way, causing him to fall into a bad mood. I bent down and reached for it.
"Not like that," he said, "Turn the other way around."
I straightened myself up and deliberated whether I should follow his command. If I did as he asked, I'd be bending down to point my as**s straight at him. Was it too demeaning? My core was already getting wet. Maybe this would give me the hot sex that I'd been anticipating.
I nodded. "Yes sir." I faced my back to him and bent down in the slowest possible way I could. I made sure to arch my back and sashayed my as**s side to side as I leaned over. Before I managed to get up and pass the pen to him, two hands gripped my hi**ps. His thick, hard member pressed against my core; only the thin lining of my clothes separated his co**ck from my skin.
He slapped my as**s. "I think you deserve a good f**king." It was harder than Ryan had ever slapped me; it stung slightly but turned me on anyway.
"We should lock the door," I said.
His palm landed on my as**s again. "Don't talk back to me. You only talk when I ask you to, understood?"
This side of Riley was strange. "What the hell is up with you today?" I tried to get up but he pressed my neck down, keeping me in place.
He slapped me for the third time, this time harder than ever. It caused a sharp stinging but I wanted more.
"Riley."
"Keep quiet."
I heard the unbuckling of his belt and his pants shuffling down. He lifted my skirt up to reveal my soaked, cotton panties. "Keep quiet and let me f**k you." He slipped the cotton aside and pressed his manhood into my aching center. It entered at an agonizingly slow pace. I wanted to scream at him to go faster, but his hand was cupped over my mouth. I moaned into his palm and held onto the table for support.
Finally, the length of him entered me. It filled my being completely, stretching my walls. He throbbed inside, but it didn't move. He stilled there, his hi**ps connected to mine. My pus**sy clenched over his member; I was desperate for him to continue and tried to move my hi**ps against his.
"Do you want me to move?" he asked.
I took his question as a cue for me to talk. "Yes."
"Then beg for it. Ask me to f**k you."
I stayed silent, not wanting to show my desperation and neediness.
He slapped me one more time—the cheeks of my behind were probably red by now. "Ask for it, bitch."
The swearing caused my pus**sy to contract with desire. "Fuck me."
"I can't hear you."
"Fuck me, please."
He bent over so he could whisper in my ear, sending tremors to my core. "Louder."
"Please, move, and f**k my pus**sy with your co**ck!" Tears watered around my eyes. I felt humiliated, degraded, yet hornier than ever.
I could imagine that smile curving around the corners of his mouth as he pulled back and slammed into me. "Good girl."
Pleasure ripped through me like a tidal wave. My center became wetter and wetter as he slammed into me with wild abandon, not holding back and giving me the best f**k of my life. The only thing that could make it better was if Ryan were there. His fingers wandered to the front of my shirt. Roughly, he snapped the buttons open. I was half worried he tore some buttons off—I'd have trouble explaining that to the rest of the office later.