Seven Days With Her Boss

Scrambling, I climb up onto the bed, not daring to question what he wants. He’s on me before I can even brace myself to turn and see what the next command is. Hard, wider than his fingers, his cock pushes into me.

“Ung!” He grunts out his pleasure as he thrusts in to the base, his balls slapping between us. I hate it when he withdraws, cold air rushing between our bodies as he leans back, and I don’t have to see him to know he’s watching as the blunt head of his cock parts me to claim me again.

Harder, faster, he thrusts like he can’t get enough, and I don’t know if I’m coming or if it just feels so damned good to have his dick inside me. His fingers clench my hips; I’m going to have bruises. The slam of his pelvis on my ass is a spanking of a different sort, and I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

His shaft swells—naked without a condom. I know this is risky but the hard reality of that only heightens my excitement. I want to be close to my boss, I want to feel every cell in his body. My pussy milks him as I orgasm abruptly, the sensation sharp, making my vision blur.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Kodiche tightens his hold on me and collapses onto my back, filling me as he comes. I didn't think I could feel more soaked, but his warm seed thickens in me, coating the inside of my pussy, my labia, my thighs.

We stay locked together for a few moments before he withdraws and goes into the bathroom. He’s back before I can really miss him, and a warm cloth covers my sex. Kodiche gently turns me to my side and draws a blanket up over us as we breathe. His fingers seek out my sore ass, and he rubs the heated skin, soothing it with his touch.

“Did I hurt you too much?”

I shake my head, not quite sure what to say. We just fucked, and we haven’t even kissed. I’ve sucked his cock, had it inside me, but there’s not been anything that says I’m more than a sex doll to him. Any hint that maybe this was more, or could be more, is crushed between us. I’m a means to an end—orgasm—and that’s all.

“What do you like for breakfast?” he asks awkwardly, as if knowing he’s upset me somehow.

“I usually just have coffee and a granola bar on the way to the office.”

His grunt is unimpressed. “That’s a snack, not breakfast. There’s eggs and stuff in the kitchen that you got at the store, but why don’t you run to the bakery down the street and get us some pastries. I’ll make coffee while you’re out; we can eat and then do some work. There's a project that must be done by tonight. We can work together in my office after breakfast.”

I get up and wipe away the proof of our tryst, strangely shy to be nude in front of him now that I’m not trying to push his boundaries and evoke a reaction. “What should I wear, sir?”

He gives me a sultry look. “Go like that and use the drive-thru?” He’s playful instead of serious, and part of me really wants to climb back onto the bed and see if he’ll let me have my way with him. Once was not enough; I want more than just a hard fucking.

I shake my head. “If I get caught, the police would have a hard time believing my story that Mr. Lamant, CEO of the largest corporation in town, wouldn’t let me get dressed after making me come harder than I ever have.” It’s a small admission, but the spark—his inner animal—is back in his eyes from my words. “Maybe I can put on a pair of my shorts with the heels you got me, and a simple tank top?” I won’t be covered much, but it’s way too early in the day for me to go out in his sort of clothes. “Or . . . ” I walk through the bathroom to his bedroom and pick up a discarded t-shirt from his bed. The soft fabric smells deliciously like him. Pulling it on as I come back into my bedroom, I step into my shoes. “Or I could go dressed like this.” Twirling, I let him see that I’m still bare beneath.

He groans, and the energy between us crackles with something that marks possession. I’d thought he would like me wearing his clothes, but I didn’t know he would have that strong of a reaction. “Yes. That,” he growls. “Get me their French pastry breakfast box. Get whatever you want. I’ll meet you downstairs with coffee after you’re home.”

Breakfast was quiet but nice, and even the leftovers we reheated and ate for lunch were eaten in companionable silence as we continued going through files to find what was needed. It is only now as I get our shrimp stir-fry prepared for dinner that I really wonder what the hell happened this morning. It was so fucking hot, nearly a perfect fantasy brought to life. I’d suggested the spanking hoping it would work, hoping it would earn me a second chance after oversleeping. I didn’t think it would go that far, though—to Kodiche fucking me doggy-style on the bed.

All day today as I’ve walked around his house in a t-shirt and heels, his eyes have followed me with longing. It’s like I’ve aroused the Kodiak part of him our coworkers see, and he’s not going to put it back to sleep.

His voice whispers behind me. “Bend over and touch your toes.”

My boss is kinky; am I kinky enough to survive him?

I set the spoon on the counter and bend over, not daring ask why, not at the end of a day where we’ve actually made progress. His hand is cold as it touches the lower curve of my ass where it connects with my thigh. “You’d let me fuck you right here in my kitchen, wouldn’t you?”

My hair brushes the floor as I nod my agreement. “Yes, sir. I . . .” I start to tell him about my fantasy but stop before I can embarrass myself.

The rasp of a zipper being lowered is unnaturally loud. I ready myself for the thrust, waiting and waiting. “Are you mine, Vivian? Mine for the week to do whatever I want with?” His hard-on nudges against me, resting at my entrance. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers.

“I’m yours, Kodiche,” I promise.

He thrusts into me, catching me as I fall forward. “Good girl. Now fuck yourself on me.” He holds my hips gently, keeping me upright, but I’m the one who has to move forward and back. His cock is so hard inside me it feels as if I’m being held up by it alone. “Make yourself come on my cock, Vivian.”

It’s awkward bending over with my hands on the floor, his t-shirt falling over my head. I manage it, though. Forward and back, tightening my thighs to give me more leverage with each movement.

“That’s it. Now faster. I did the work this morning, now it’s your turn. Fuck me.” Kodiche is still except for the small thrusts he can’t stop himself from doing.

“Can I ride you, sir?” I ask. I clench down around his cock, trying to pull him in harder.

“If that’s what you want. The floor is cold,” he warns.

I don’t care, though. I move a bit forward, expecting him to withdraw. “Where are you going?” He pulls me back onto him and the sensation of his cock-head thudding deep inside of me takes my breath away. He keeps slowly bending until we’re both kneeling on the floor, and then rolls back, carefully positioning my legs on either side of him. “Ride me in reverse cowgirl.”

I’m backwards on him, not at all what I meant when I asked, but he feels too good inside of me to argue. Rocking, I can feel his cock even better like this, the way it is almost dragging across every sensitive spot inside me. I use him for my pleasure, rocking and grinding until I’m almost there.

My breath quickens; his hand slaps onto my ass, startling me. “Don't come without permission.”

“Can I come, sir?” Grabbing his hands, I bring them up to my chest. Gently he tugs at my firm nipples, sending little bolts of lightning straight to my clit. “Sir?” I ask again when he doesn’t answer.

I glance over my shoulder back at him and stop moving. His eyes are closed tight as if in pain, teeth buried in his lower lip. “Kodiche?” Hearing his name he opens his eyes, and they’re black in the dim light.

“Come.” He says it softly, more air than sound, but it’s all I need.

I rock back once more and drop our joined hands to my pussy. I come with one of his hands squeezing my breast, the other rubbing my clit. He follows after me, his teeth showing as he climaxes.

My boss lifts me off him, his come dripping down my leg. “T

ake a shower Vivian. I need you all clean for later.”

It’s a shuffling sort of walk to the upstairs bathroom between our bedrooms, but I manage to make it without a worse mess. Standing beneath the spray, I let the hot water wash away the slick fluids. Reaching down, I slide two fingers up inside me and pull them out. He filled me as much this time as this morning. Rinsing off, I wonder if he’s had a vasectomy. I’m on birth control, but is Kodiche worried about that? He never asked if I’m using protection.

Bubbles run down the drain as I wash away the soap, and with it my cares. I’ve made it through two days now, and despite today’s rough start, it’s gone fairly well. Five more days to go. I can make it, I think, especially with orgasms like today has brought. It’s confusing—him and my reaction to all he’s having me do—but it’s also really fucking hot.

I’m halfway through toweling off when I hear my phone start ringing, and I only have one person with that song as a ringtone: my mom. I run for the phone, leaving a trail of wet footprints. “Hello?” I ask, hearing silence. I missed the call. “Dammit!” I take the phone with me into the bathroom and finish drying, then blot up the water drops I left on the floor. As hot as the spanking was this morning, I really am not up for another one so soon.