The Domme Intern

Chapter 5 Making Him Work for It

On Monday morning Emily wore her longest skirt and kept all but her top button closed on her blouse. She wore flat black closed toe shoes and minimal makeup. She intentionally arrived at the office fifteen minutes before Steve. She took her laptop power adapter out and plugged it in under the glass table so there wouldn't be a need for Steve to crawl down by her feet.

As soon as he entered his office he noticed her power adapter under the table and he was dismayed. He knew she had plugged it in so he wouldn't have to or, rather, so he wouldn't have the excitement of being under the table at her feet. Then he looked at Emily and noticed her rather boring appearance, flat shoes, and toned-down look. She was still very pretty of course but she was intentionally proper and unsexy.

As they started their day Steve waited for Emily to ask if he had masturbated at home Saturday night. She didn't. She seemed suddenly uninterested in Steve's personal life. She acted as if they hadn't seen each other at the club and she hadn't totally rubbed his cock through his pants.

In an attempt to initiate stimulating conversation Steve said, "It was nice to see you at the club Saturday night."

Emily looked at him thoughtfully and pursed her lips. Finally she said, "You saw a lot of me, didn't you Mr. Harris?"

He noticed she didn't call him Steve. He wondered why she was being standoffish. He said, "Yes uh, you looked incredible.

She looked at him blankly and said, "I've already told you Mr. Harris, I'm not an object. I'm not something for you to drool over and manhandle whenever you want."

She glared at him and he knew this conversation was not going well. Emily continued, "How's your wife Mr. Harris? Did she make it home ok?"

"Oh yes thank you," he said, "It was really great to see her."

Emily was trying to slow things down but she really was curious about Steve's sexual state. She said, "I trust that you two, uh, enjoyed each other's company?"

Steve said, "Oh about that. Well, almost. I mean she was willing but uh, oh never mind."

Steve stood and turned away. He walked over to the couch and sat down. He had inadvertently spurred Emily's interest. She went over to the couch and sat with him.

"Do tell Mr. Harris," said Emily with an interested look on her face.

He said, "Emily I, I really don't want to talk about it."

"So," said Emily with a knowing smirk, "You still have an achy little problem don't you?"

"Uh well, no, not really," said Steve.

"Mr. Harris, did you break my rule?" queried Emily, with a serious tone.

"No, no, Emily, I didn't, mastur... uh, you know," said Steve.

"No, I don't know," said Emily, her level of interest rising.

Steve confessed, "I uh, I sorta finished before I could get that far." He stared at the floor and he could feel his face getting hot.

Emily smiled in silence for a long moment then she burst out laughing. "You blew early! You didn't even get the chance to have sex with your wife?"

Steve's face burned with embarrassment.

"Ok," said Emily gleefully, "I need more detail. What happened, you saw your wife naked and you busted a nut?

"Emily please," said Steve, "I really don't want to talk about it."

"Ok Mr. Harris," snapped Emily, "Have it your way." She stood and said, "What's on our agenda for today?"

Steve was suddenly regretful. Deep down he enjoyed Emily's playful side and he wanted to have sexual conversations and interactions with her but it was too late for today. He didn't want to attempt to continue the conversation and seem desperate.

Emily was able to smoothly transition away from flirty conversations to all business which is exactly what she did. She transformed into the most appropriate college intern that anyone could imagine.

In some way, Steve resented her for it. She was so sexy and enticing but she alone was in control of their interactions. If she wanted to have playful sexy fun, she did. If not, she didn't. It was as simple as that.

As the day wore on Steve tried to think of things to say or do to let Emily know he was open to her sexual games but he didn't want to be perceived as weird or perverted.

Finally it was after four o'clock in the afternoon and Steve decided to, "knock off early" and say something. He said, "I have plenty of time to give you a foot rub, if, if you want."

Emily moved close to him and looked in his eyes. She pursed her lips thoughtfully and said, "I do enjoy your foot rubs."

She saw his eyes light up in anticipation of touching her. Then she crushed his hopes and said, "I don't think so Steve. You've obviously not gotten the message yet."

Steve was confused and slightly annoyed but he managed to hide it. Then he noticed that Emily's laptop power adapter was still plugged in under the glass table. He said, "Uh Emily, would you like me to get your power adapter?"

Emily looked at it and said, "No, it's fine. I don't need it. I'll use it there tomorrow."

He frowned. It was now official that playful Emily was on hiatus. He couldn't fathom why she had flipped or what it would take to bring her back. All he knew was that he missed her sexually playful side.

Steve and Emily both left work a little early. When Steve arrived home he walked into the kitchen and everything was spotless, as usual, except for one thing. There were two empty wine glasses in the sink. They had traces of red wine.

Steve walked on through the living room and down the hall. He heard the shower running and went into the bathroom. His wife, Sarah was in their large shower. He said, "Hi honey."

Sarah had just finished and turned the water off. She said, "Hi honey, how was your day?"

"Good," he said, "Just another day really."

"Can you hand me one of those towels?" said Sarah.

Steve admired her sexy wet body as he handed her a towel. He felt his manhood firming as her watched her. She wrapped the towel around her head then held out her hand and said, "One more."

He handed her another towel. He stared at her large breasts as she quickly dried then wrapped it around her body, covering her from her breasts to high on her thighs. She stepped out of the shower and Steve moved close to her, pulling her into an embrace.

He pressed his erection into her pelvis and said, "I love you honey."

She smiled up at him and said, "Yes, I can feel it."

He leaned down to kiss her and she gently held him away. She said, "Uh, honey, I just showered, maybe uh, maybe tomorrow night okay?"

Steve was obviously disappointed after ejaculating prematurely on the bed the evening prior. He wasn't hopelessly horny but he did want to have sex with his wife. He stepped back then remembered the kitchen sink. He said, "Did you have a visitor today?"

Sarah said, "Why do you ask?"

Steve said, "Well, there are two empty wine glasses in the kitchen sink."

Her face dropped for a moment then she recovered. She said, "Oh, that, uh yeah, Lisa stopped by to pick up her shoes."

"Ah," said Steve. He stepped into the large, walk-in closet and pulled off his jacket. He hung it up and looked at his wife's wall of shoes. He saw the expensive yellow Louboutin shoes. He picked them up and said, "Honey, aren't these Lisa's shoes?"

Sarah looked at her husband and her mouth dropped open. She quickly said, "Shit, Lisa and I had some wine and got to visiting and I forgot to give her the damn shoes." She laughed nervously as she stepped into the closet and dropped her towel. She knew she could distract her husband with her naked body.

Steve looked down at her, sexy body and large breasts, smiled and said, "Boy honey. It's a good thing you are so gorgeous."

"Thanks sweetie," said Sarah. She winked at him.

The rest of the week Emily kept wearing her "good girl" outfits and avoided bringing up any risqué conversation. She wanted Steve to miss her playful side and make him work to draw it back out.

He did a lot of looking and standing close to her but she never really said anything overtly sexual or even interesting on a personal level.

Emily made an effort to change her body language as well. Whenever Steve moved too close she would turn or move away. She was always very short and direct in conversation, never straying from the business at hand.

Things weren't going well at home either. Steve's wife seemed emotionally unavailable and each night she managed to find a reason why she wasn't "in the mood" for intimacy.

With a lack of interest from his wife, Steve began to focus more on Emily. He knew he couldn't have sex with her but he had enjoyed their sexually charged interactions in the past few weeks.

He kept turning her comments over in his head. Things like, her claims that he had objectified her and she didn't want to be "mauled". He did regret grabbing her butt and it finally dawned on him. That could be her problem and the reason she had gone "cold" so to speak.

Finally, by the end of the day Thursday Steve couldn't take it anymore. Emily had packed away her laptop but, once again, she left her power adapter plugged in under the table.

She and Steve were both standing in his office. Emily said, "Have a good night Mr. Harris," she turned to walk out.

Steve blurted out, "I'm sorry Emily."

She stopped, turned, looked at him and said, "What are you sorry for Mr. Harris?" She stared at him blankly, trying to act surprised at his apology.

He said, "I'm sorry for putting my hands on you and disrespecting you last Friday after the meeting."

She smiled warmly and walked up very close to him, placing her palm flat against his stomach. He felt a rush of excitement at her touch. He was wondering if she was going to grope him again. She tilted her head and said, "Very good Steve. Now that wasn't so difficult was it?"

"No," he said, as he looked at her sheepishly, waiting for her to slide her hand down to his crotch. He was horny from his increasingly frigid wife and he felt his manhood stir.

She didn't grope him. She just rubbed her hand up and down a few times on his stomach. Then she stepped back, took her backpack off her shoulder and placed it on the couch. She folded her arms and said, "Get my power adapter and put it in my bag." He smiled because playful Emily was back. He liked the way she ordered him to get it, rather than ask him.

He hurried under the table and collected her power adapter, quickly wrapping the cord and placing it in her backpack then zipping it away. He held the backpack and out to her.

She smiled and said, "Thanks Steve, let's start over tomorrow, shall we?"

He smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I'll be ready."

Emily looked at him thoughtfully and said, "Such an eager boy. Maybe I'll think of a game we can play."

"A game?" said Steve hopefully.

Emily smiled and said, "Nothing too crazy, not while Martha is right outside anyway." She gave him a wink.

Steve's expression was priceless but he didn't know what to say. Emily smiled. Steve felt his penis firming and he noticed that her sensual hip sway had returned as she walked away. She stopped and turned quickly, catching Steve looking at her legs. She winked and said, "See you tomorrow Steve."

Steve nodded and said, "Yeah, see you tomorrow."

Friday morning Steve was thrilled to see Emily wearing a new outfit, at least one he had never seen. Her skirt was black and shorter than usual, cut above her knees. Her blouse was dark green and slim fitting, accentuating her sexy curves and full breasts. The best part was her high heeled shoes which had one broad strap over her instep and a thin strap around her ankle. Her toenails were painted dark green and they were peeking out, but the most interesting parts of her shoes were the heels themselves. They started broad but quickly narrowed to a dangerously sharp point at the floor.

Martha was in the office and Steve made an effort to stay professional and low key. Steve had some early meetings and they didn't get started until after ten o'clock in the morning. They had work to do and Steve intentionally setup at the clear glass work table.

Emily's laptop battery lasted until just after lunch and Martha was gone for the day

"Oops," said Emily, "Look at that, it's time for you to crawl under... I mean. It's time for you to plug in my laptop." She smiled at him and waited. She knew what Steve wanted and she was more than happy to oblige.

Steve stood and looked at his open office door. He nonchalantly walked over and closed it before moving to Emily's bag and retrieving the power adapter.

She noticed that he closed the door which was a clear signal that he was open to whatever naughty fun Emily had in mind.

He returned to the table, unwrapped the cord and handed her the laptop end. Next he dropped to floor and crawled under the table. He plugged in the cord, then moved his hand to the floor beside her foot.

Emily didn't move or say anything, she simply waited for Steve to acknowledge he wanted her to step on him. Finally he turned his head toward her. She said, "Do you remember that I wear garters every day?"

Steve nodded and turned his face back to her shoe. She said, "Would you like to see?"

Steve's mouth went dry and he felt his penis firming. He said, "Yes, I would."

Emily said, "Turn your hand over, palm up."

Steve complied, turning his hand over. Emily lifted her shoe and placed her sharp heel in the middle of his palm. She began applying pressure. Steve remained motionless and quiet but opened his mouth at the painful sensation. He felt his cock hardening in his pants.

Emily said, "Okay, look up here."

He turned his head to see Emily holding the edge of her skirt. She was slowly sliding it up her legs. Soon Steve could see the dark tops of her stockings. She pressed her heel harder into his hand. He gritted his teeth at the pain.

She stopped sliding her skirt and looked at him coldly. She said, "Do you want me to keep going Steve?"

He nodded and took a labored breath and said, "Yes, please."

She pressed harder and twisted her sharp heel. Steve made a quiet moaning sound. Emily said, "You didn't think I was just going to show you my garters for free did you?"

Steve said nothing. Emily ground her heel harder into his palm and said, "Did you?"

"Oh.. ugh.. no, no Emily," said Steve through gritted teeth.

"Call me Miss Emily," she said.

"No, Miss Emily, no, ugh, ow," whined Steve, he turned his face to the floor due to the pain.

Emily said, "Look up here Steve, if you want to see." He turned toward her and she could see the pain on his face.

With a serious expression she said, "Oh, I know it hurts Steve but I promise it'll be worth it."

He nodded at her, in obvious pain. She slid her skirt higher until the clasps of her garters were visible. She said, "See, isn't that sexy?"

"Oh, gawd," moaned Steve quietly, "Yes, they are sexy."

Emily slid her skirt back down and said, "That's enough for now."

She lifted her heel from his hand and said, "Stand up Steve."

He backed out from under the table and stood. Emily was smiling at him and beckoning him to her side of the table by curling her index finger. He walked around to her side and stood next to her. His erection was obvious in his pants. She reached out, pressed her hand against it and rubbed. He just stood there and watched her play with his cock. She smiled and said, "In case you haven't figured it out Steve, I like obedient boys."

His stomach fluttered again. She kept rubbing and looked up to his eyes. She said, "It's pretty clear that you appreciate... strong women... don't you Steve?"

He nodded and said, "Yes," very quietly.

She smiled and said, "Very good, that's enough for now, we need to get back to work." She pulled her hand away from his hard, tormented cock.

Steve nodded and said, "Okay."

She motioned to his crotch and said, "You may uh, adjust yourself there, if you need to."

He looked down and blushed. He reached his hand into his pocket and slid his erection to a more comfortable position then stood there waiting for her next instructions.

Emily was amused at his passivity. It was clear that her efforts of keeping him sexually aroused was revealing his malleability. She smiled up at him for a long moment then waved the back of her hand at him and said, "Okay shoo, go sit down so we can get our work done."

She looked at the closed door and said, "You should probably open the door."

He looked at the door and said, "Right."

It was clear that he and Emily were beginning to cross over into the realm of inappropriate workplace behavior. Steve didn't care. He did as he was told, opening the door and then sat back down across from Emily. Somehow it seemed as if he had become the subordinate.

The remainder of Friday was uneventful and Steve was hoping Emily would end the day on a playful note but she didn't.

She stood and said, "I need to use the ladies room. Would you be a dear and retrieve my power adapter and put it in my backpack for me?"

"Yes, of course," said Steve.

He watched her walk out, then he crawled under the table to carry out his task.

A few minutes later she returned and said, "Well I hope you have a good weekend Mr. Harris. Do you and Sarah have any, fun plans?"

Steve inadvertently revealed his skepticism about having an enjoyable weekend. He said, "We have no plans at all."

He frowned at Emily and she nodded her understanding. He continued, "It's no matter. I'm sure she'll have a headache all weekend anyway."

She frowned at him and said, "Well that's unfortunate."

He nodded at her and she looked thoughtfully into the distance. She smiled at him and said, "Well, you'll get to see me again on Monday."

He smiled at her and said, "Yes, and I look forward to it already." She smiled warmly.

The next day was Saturday and Steve had a golf tee time set at 11:30AM with three of his friends. They arrived at the golf course to learn there been had an irritation pipe break in the middle of the golf course and it was flooded. He decided to go back home and see if Sarah wanted to go out to lunch.

He arrived back home and opened the garage door. He found a strange car parked in the garage in his spot. His wife's Mercedes was in the garage in its usual spot.

He came in through the kitchen but Sarah was nowhere to be found. He knew something was wrong. Rather than call out, he checked the various rooms in the house but his wife was nowhere to be found. Finally he reached the back of the house upstairs and he could hear giggling coming from he and his wife's bedroom. The door was slightly cracked and he pushed it open. He was shocked to see Sarah, nude on the bed, on top of another man, obviously fucking.

She said, "Oh God Nick, I fucking love your hard cock! Oh! I'm going to cum again!"

She looked down at Nick and saw he was looking toward the door with a horrified expression on his face. Sarah looked too and saw her husband. "Steve!" she cried out, "What are you doing home?" She rolled off of Nick and pulled a sheet over both of them.

He scowled at Sarah and then looked at the strange man in his bed. He said, "It all makes sense now."

He thought for a moment and then quickly took his phone out and snapped some pictures of his wife in bed with another man. Then he glared at Sarah and said, "I want you out of the house by tonight."

He turned and walked out of the bedroom. Sarah leapt out of bed and ran after him completely naked. She caught up with him in the kitchen and said, "Steve, wait! Can we please talk about this?"

Steve turned to her and said, "There's nothing to talk about. I'm giving you what you want. I'm divorcing you. Now you can fuck whoever you want, you just can't do it in my house."

"Please no Steve, I'm so sorry," pleaded Sarah, suddenly becoming aware that she was totally naked. She put her hands over her breasts.