Under My Boss's Control

“What?” I asked, taken aback by the sudden question.

“Your parents. Did you have a strict upbringing?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s kind of a sore subject.”

“I didn’t mean to pry. But my point was, you were raised right,” he said.

“What were you like, growing up?” I asked.

“I was a curious kid,” he said. “I liked to find out how things work. Wasn’t great at putting them back together when I took them apart, though. One time, I took apart my dad’s phone and then couldn’t get it back together. He was not happy.”

“You took apart his cellphone?!” I gasped.

“Landline. They were still a thing in the 90s,” he said. He looked at me, frowning. I guess, at that moment, he suddenly remembered the age gap. But then again, age is just a number, right?

“I was innovative. I used to buy candy in bulk and sell it at school,” he said. “The school had banned candy from the vending machines.”

“They used to sell candy in them? In school?” I asked, shocked.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Anything you want. But, you know, kids have so little self-control. They’d burn through the candy pretty quick. Now, it’s all healthy options.”

“But that’s a good thing,” I pointed out. “Kids should eat healthy.”

“True.”

My phone buzzed. It was Shawn. He had been texting me a stream of messages, demanding to know where I was. I kept listening to Julius, but I became distracted by my phone. I discreetly tried to text back, “I broke up with you, you drunk!”

“What are you doing?” he asked, a little sternly.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a text I should—”

“It’s a little rude to be texting at dinner, isn’t it?” he said, rather sternly.

“I guess.”

“You guess, or you know?”

“I know. It is rude. My apologies. If I could just finish the—”

“Why don’t you just put it down until later, hm?” he suggested sternly.

I don’t know what it was about Julius’ order, but it turned me on. Maybe it was because Shawn had been drunk and kind of mealy-mouthed when it came to arguments. Mr. Lamb’s sudden and abrupt tone was like the principal in my sex fantasy. I put the phone away.

“Sorry about that.”

“I don’t think that’s good enough,” he said, staring back at me. “You know, at the office, we have a policy of no phones during meetings. This is a meeting of sorts, so I think that qualifies. If it happens again, I might have to punish you.”

I laughed, assuming he was joking, but I also got a rush. His intense stare and tone of voice told me that “punishment” might not be such a bad thing. It was like, the more he confined me in the conversation and with my behavior, the more I liked the idea of him bossing me around. I always liked it when guys took control of me during sex. It was hot, bestial, and, in its own way, allowed me to lose control.

There was an awkward silence, just the sound of utensils touching plate and teeth. He kept staring and eating, and I did the same. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I was mesmerized. Julius was something very different indeed. Not just a cut above the rest, but a unique cut of a man.

I trusted him instantly. I could sense that he meant me no harm and that his directions were for my safety. Was I wrong to be so submissive? I felt warm in safe in that moment, warmer and safer than I had been the entire time with Shawn, or even my parents. Yes, he was ordering me, but I didn’t have to listen. I wanted to listen. It pleased me to obey.

With my underwear getting soaking wet, I looked up from my plate and finally responded, “Yes, Boss.”

Chapter Eight

Julius

Well, this was annoying. Here we were, locked down in my house during a worldwide pandemic and she’s on her phone. Who was she talking to? Probably that idiot boyfriend of hers. Couldn’t let her go back to that loser. No way. I wouldn’t let that happen.

“So, Dixie, where did you grow up? The South, I’m guessing.”

“No, around here,” she said. “My parents are from Alabama, near Montgomery. I grew up in Lakeview. It’s near Harding.”

“Okay, sure,” I said, vaguely knowing the area. “Nice swimming in Lakeview.”

“Yeah. They have that cedar water that’s kind of brown and brackish, but it’s pleasant in the summer,” she said. “My family would go canoeing and camping, do some hiking, stuff in the woods.”

“Gosh, I haven’t been camping since… I can’t remember when. Probably when I was in Boy Scouts.”

“You were in Boy Scout?”

“Yeah. I was pretty good with knots. It’s handy if you want to tie something up.”

“Or someone,” she said. “Sorry, that was weird. I’m a little nervous.”

“Why? Is it about the text?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood and get info at the same time.