She emerged from her room in a fresh outfit as I laid the plates down at the table. She seemed to have trouble remembering when to eat. Not a bad thing in itself, being dedicated to one’s work, but I felt responsible for her, Angie having put her fate more or less in my hands.
I had decided it would be best if I supervised her meals from now on to make sure she was eating enough. I was prepared to sit on the other side of the table and literally watch every bite if that was what it took.
“Go to work,” I told her as soon as she finished, putting the dishes into the sink and washing them before heading back to my office.
The work pile was diminishing every day. Angie was providing invaluable help; all of her work was impeccable. I really couldn’t have done it better myself, but thanks to her I didn’t have to. She really did deserve some special reward. I kept working on the project, all the while thinking about what I could do for her.
It was early evening by the time I finished the day’s allotment. My head was spinning, and I was really in need of some relaxation and release.
I decided to go out and see how Angie was doing. She had finished at some point but hadn’t moved. She had stayed sitting on her chair at her computer, hands in her lap. Because I hadn’t told her she could do anything else.
I was speechless with a massive swell of happiness. She really was my pet. Not just playing the part like most of my assistants in the past had. She really meant it and had put her heart and soul into the role.
I went up behind her, stroking my fingers through her long, dark hair. She tilted her head back slightly, humming contentedly.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I slid them down her collarbone and started unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it wide open. Gently wrapping my hands around her tits, I fondled her, bringing up soft moans from deep within her that turned to a gasp as I pinched her nipples.
I did it again, forcing another gasp, but she showed no real signs of pain. I pinched her once more to much the same result.
Moving my hands down further, I pushed her legs apart, swiftly shoving two fingers up into her pussy and biting her softly on the side of the neck. She yelped with pleasure as I stroked inside her, her pussy getting nice and wet as I worked. I got her right to the edge of orgasm before pulling back.
She whimpered as she came down but did not protest. I fingered her again, loving how the inner walls of her pussy grabbed at me. She felt so smooth yet tight.
“That’s it,” I told her, approvingly. “Now you can cum on your boss’s hand.”
This time I let her finish, coming all over my hand. I wiped off my hand on the back of her shirt. Turning her around, I looked her in the eyes. She stared back at me with an expression of pure desire. Just waiting for what I would do to her next.
The slap echoed through the large room. Her head moved but she didn’t make a sound, returning her gaze to mine, the exact same look in her eyes. Even as the hand mark rose up crimson on her pale cheek. She was ready.
Stripping off the blouse, I pulled Angie’s hands up over her head. Taking the silk ropes hidden in my night-table, I bound her well, using knots they never taught me in the Boy Scouts.
The skirt was next, ending up on the other side of the room from how hard I flung it. Angie lay before me, bare and brave, ready for anything I might want to do.
Shoving her legs wide apart, I dug into her sweet little pussy, licking like my life depended on it. She was quite forthcoming with her reactions, being super sensitive by this point.
“Yes, Boss. Yes, Master. Oh my God, Sir,” she called out, as her pussy quivered in my mouth.
Her juices started to pour out into my mouth. I continued to stroke her until every last drop was out and she was panting and whimpering.
“Mmmm. Mmmmmm,” she moaned. “Yes, it feels so good.”
“Good girl,” I said, cleaning her up with a wet wipe.
I was already hard so I decided just to go for it.
Putting a generous amount of lube first on my cock and then her pussy, not afraid to go deep, I stroked the head of my cock against her tender little pussy, getting her ready for her first time.
When I saw her finally relax, her whole body moving with the exhale, I slid in as far as I could before I hit her precious little cherry. It wasn’t as firm as I had feared it might be, which was good, and part of why I had used the vibrator on her first.