Authors Note: All characters in this story are over 18. This is my first story so be gentle. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave feedback. This was originally going to be a oneoff but I enjoyed writing it and may continue if people like it. Thank you. Enjoy.
The knock on my door came seven minutes later than I was expecting. I had been counting minutes as my anticipation grew, this was going to be the most fun I'd had in quite some time.
"Come in. Shut the door behind you please. Lock it." I called out.
With quick shuffle a young woman opened my office door and stepped inside. A click echoed through my office as the door locked.
As expected, the woman who had just stepped in was Alexis Morgan. She stood by the doorway unsure whether to step further into the room.
"You are late young lady. Seven minutes late. do you have respect for anybody else's time or does the world revolve around you, Miss Morgan?"
"I'm sorry!" She pleaded "The side entrance was locked and there was nobody with a key nearby so I had to walk around to the main entrance." Her eyes remained fixed to the floor where they had been since she entered the room.
"It's quite alright Miss Morgan. You and I will be spending quite a bit of time together this evening. Does losing a few minutes really matter?" My question was sarcastic but since her gaze was still affixed to the floor I could not judge her reaction. She stood at the door without moving.
Was she aware of what she was in for tonight? I decided to set the tone early. "Miss Morgan!" I Belted. This startled her and got her attention. She finally looked up from the floor. She was quite taken aback by my outburst and I caught a passing look of alarm in her eyes. "During your time in my office you will always be looking at me. You will look me in the eyes and you will never look away unless I give you the permission to do so." "Is that clear?"
"Yes" she said in a squeal. Her eyes were already drifting back down to the floor when she forced them up to meet mine. She hadn't moved from the office door. I let her make the effort to obey me for a moment as she struggled to keep her eyes on me. After a few moments had passed she built up the courage to hold her gaze steady with mine.
"Second, you will address me as sir while you are in my office. Is that clear?"
"Yes." there was a pause as she took in a deep a breath. "Sir." A slight touch of red appeared on her cheeks.
"Excellent, now that that is out of the way, you have wasted enough of my time already. Shall we get started?"
"Yes sir." she piped quietly. This time I hardly heard her.
"What was that young lady? You need to speak up."
"Yes sir" she repeated in a firm but still uncertain tone.
"Good. Now come here and lay your hands flat on my desk. Do not move". As she approached where I was sitting the scent of her perfume hit me. It was a wonderful aroma, fruity and floral. I closed my eyes for a moment to take it in. Did she wear the perfume for me or was it just something she wore on a regular basis?
Once she had complied I stood up out of my chair and walked around her to inspect my new plaything. Brown hair with soft curls fell down past her shoulders. I grabbed a handful and ran it through my fingers. She was wearing a white polo shirt with buttons that ended midway down her perky breasts. She was fit, not fat or anemic but had a nice figure, curvy. Her tits pushed against the fabric of her shirt and I reached over to give one of them a squeeze. She obviously took care of her body.
"Do you play any sports?" I asked pretty sure of the answer already.
"I play volleyball, sir"
"If you had to give up your beauty or your volleyball talent which would you choose?"
"Well, playing volleyball keeps me fit which contributes to my looks. My looks are useful. Men are easy to exploit. They will drop what they are doing to help me out at a moments notice."
With some consideration she settled on an answer. "I would give up my ability to play volleyball I suppose. I could always pick up something else like tennis to keep fit." She paused for a moment before speaking. "Maybe I could have tons of vigorous sex. I hear that burns a lot of calories."
"Don't get smart with me Miss Morgan." I gave her breast a hard squeeze.
She groaned. I let go of her and I continued my inspection. She wore a black skirt which ended halfway down her thighs. She was slightly bent over the desk and her butt was sticking out so I pulled her skirt up and draped it over her back, exposing her bottom. Blue panties hugged her well toned butt cheeks and displayed her ass nicely. I ran my finger down the fabric of her butt, pressing on the cloth so that it tightened around her curves and then then slowly worked my hand under her until it was resting on her pussy. She shifted her weight back and forth on her feet before I put a firm hand on her shoulder to hold her still. I pushed the fabric of her panties into her pussy with the tip of my finger and began tracing small circles
"Ooooh" she cried out as she sprung up onto her tiptoes, startled by my intrusion.
I withdrew from her and smacked her ass with a blow so hard that it stung my own hand. She hopped into the air with a cry but my hand on her shoulder pushed her back down so she was once again standing with her heels on the ground.
I was about to scold her when she spoke up. "I'm sorry. I just.... didn't expect.... your abruptness, sir"
"Don't move Miss Morgan."
I placed my finger back on her pussy and continued tracing circles. "When you are in this room I own you. Your body is mine. Your thoughts are mine. Your orgasms are mine. Even your anguish is mine. You are mine. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."