Kathryn Morgan Parry
My Boss's Slave
I am looking at the photographs in front of me.
The man I wanted since I started working for his brother four years ago, staring happily up at me all posing with different women.
I look up at his brother who just threw them on my desk with a look of confusion.
Did he want me to have his brother as a client?
“Look I know you got a thing for him, but you wasting your time.” I look ed back at his handsome face my heart aching, the humiliation that my boss knew how I felt for his brother hurt me, I thought I was masking my feelings but obviously not.
I knew he never be mine, but it did not stop me wanting him, he does not even know I exists — only as his brother lackey.
My boss tilts my face up to look at him and turns my face to the left then the right, looking at me intently. His steely eyes scrutinizing me as he takes in my features, I cannot tell if it is with pity or contempt, I have never been able to read him.
“Stand up.” I do it instantly by the command to his voice.
“Do I still scare you after all these years?” he looks amused but his face goes bla nk after a little smile filters across his lips.
He walks around me, scrutinizing my body, he shakes his head then looks me directly in the eyes, his brown eyes bore into my sole as he give me a wide smile, my heart always flutters when he gets that look, It always meant he was about to set something exciting in motion.
“He could be yours easily, but you need to make a few sacrifices to get him.” My mouth go es dry with a mix of dread and excitement; he holds his hand up to silence me. He tilts my face up as he comes close to my face.
“One you do not sleep with him until a wedding ring is on your finger.” I not sure, if I want marriage I go to speak but he squeezes my face tightly as he tilts my face up more to look into my eyes.
“Two you do everything I command you to do,” I swallow; I think I know where this is going.
“Three you will have to be m y slave, my brother only wants my women.
Every woman in these photographs was once mine” I look down at all the women that were glamorous and sexy; I could never look like them he tilts my face back to his,
“You can be more than them, you have a brain” I look into his eyes as he holds me firm in his grip.
“I never have the time to date, our arrangement is going to take sacrifices from me too” he loosens his grip on my chin but I dare not look away from his eyes.
“My brother needs a wife or he end up alone like me, so keep your knickers on.” He leans in for a kiss, as I back away from him instantly.
“ That’s why you need to be mine, he will see though the lies if you are not.”
I look at him as he backs away from me; He looks at me strangely, as he moves to my office door and locks it.
“Do you need time to think it over?” I just stare at him as he leans on the door, I am stunned and unable speak, he unlocks it and walks out.
I try to sort out my head and concentrate on work, but my focus keeps s hifting to the photographs. Imagining his hands and lips kissing me as my hand slip into my skirt, caressing my clit with my fingers it is not the first time I fantasised about him while I masturbate.
I lay my head on my desk as my other hand sinks into my wet pussy, fucking myself with my fingers as I think of his hard penis inside me.
I give a little moan as my body builds with the need of him inside me, as I imagined him grabbing hold of me from behind kissing my neck.
I open my eyes as my body clenches and my heart jumps to see a pair of hands on my desk.
I pull my hands free from my skirt as I look into my boss’s eyes, he smiles as he sits down on my desk.
“Carry on.” He commands me; I hesitantly slip my hand back into my briefs and stare into his eyes as I go to finish what I started.
I have no idea why I continue to caress myself closing my eyes as the tightening builds; I hear the zip of his trousers on opening my eyes he offers his penis to me, I start kissing it as I imaging sucking his brother in my mouth.
Licking his tip as I suck hard er while his hands caress my face gently, I watch his eyes as I climax. There was pure pleasure on his face as he watches me, as I move my hands from my skirt he shakes his head.
“C arry on,” sinking my fingers back into my pussy, he moves my face over his pulsing shaft, his groans sets my pulses racing as I feel my body responding to his penis in my mouth.
He looks down at me with lust; it rocks me to my core as it sends me over the edge of another climax, my breasts and hips rocking forward, wanting desperately for this man to fuck me. All thoughts of his brother were gone out of my mind.
“You belong to me.” The command sends waves of pleasure over my body as he pours into my mouth, h e groans as his orgasms pumping into my mouth.
“Enough” he commands as he pulls out his penis, he strokes my face gently as he bends down to kiss me. His tongue softly entering my mouth, he adjusts his trousers zipping himself up putting himself tidy before leaving my office without another word.
Putting my head on my desk offering a silent scream of frustration what, have I done? It was hot and I loved every moment of him in my mouth, I always hated blowjobs they always seemed one sided before.
I finally feel pumped up to get on with my work, it was gone six when I finally look at the clock, an hour over but after wasting most of the day thinking of my boss I think I owe the company some extra time. I log off on my computer, tidying my desk before leaving my office everyone else seemed to have gone home.
I am not normally the last one to leave but it seems peaceful with no one here. I walk past my boss’s office when I notice his light is on; I knock nervously before going in.
He looks up I as enter the office, he smiles as he hands me a file, I open it before I sit down, a schedule of improvements that he requests me to arrange.
I need to wax and when and where to have my hair done, clothing etc, I look back up at him not sure of what to say.
“We will go tonight.” I glance at the clock; the shops are not going to be open he grabs my hand and pulls me out off his office we are in his car before I know it.
I look at him as he pulls outside a Chanel boutique store, the lights are still on as he opens the door for me to get out of his car.
The shop assistant flirting at my boss as soon as we enter upon locking the door, she busies herself with selecting clothes for me, I am stripped and re-dressed countless times before my boss’s eyes, shyly showing my boring underwear, as countless outfits are chose for me.
“What do you like Clara?” I tingle all over by how sexy he made my name sound. I choose my favourite outfits for him, just simple trousers suits but classy as only Channel can do for suits.
“I do like your legs, but for the office a perfect choice.” He picks them up as he charges all six to his credit card.
“Think of it as a bonus Clara.” He snaps as I try to protest, I could pay for my own clothes but maybe not all six. I learnt a long time ago if a shop does not have price labels, you cannot afford it but I got more than enough from my salary, I just did not have the time to shop.
“Th e underwear must go, bin them as soon as you get home even if you got to come to work without any.” He tilts my face to his as he lightly kisses me on the lips.
“If you look and wear sexy clothing, you feel sexy.” Uncomfortable but sexy underwear coming out as we speak, I yearn for his lips on mine, I softly pant as he pulls back from my lips.
