Chapter 9 An Acquired Taste
The next morning was Friday. Steve got into work early. He was carrying his briefcase which he typically only carried if he was traveling.
He went directly to his office and closed the door. He placed his briefcase on his desk and opened it, revealing Emily's instrument of punishment. He picked up the heavy rubber phallus with the black rubber harness dangling from it.
Just a couple months prior he would have never dreamed of being in this situation. He examined the realistic dildo and he pictured his sexy dominant intern wearing it and little else. Inexplicably his penis stirred in his pants. He had a frightening thought. Could the idea of Emily using this strapon dildo to violate him actually turn him on?
He fully opened one of his lower drawers and placed it at the back, next to the remote-control butt plug. He reached back into his briefcase and took out a small box of condoms. Placing them with the dildo, he closed the drawer then closed and put his briefcase under his desk. With that, he tried to erase the mental image of his beautiful intern donning a realistic looking cock.
He sat down at his desk and a moment later there was a knock at his door.
"It's open!" he called out.
The door opened and he saw that it was Emily. She was gorgeous as ever with a red blouse and black skirt. Her long sexy legs were accentuated by her sheer black stockings and tall black, high heeled shoes.
"Good morning Mr. Harris," she said with a smile on her face.
He said, "Good morning Emily, uh I mean, good morning Miss Stone."
She looked over her shoulder, confirming no one was around. She stepped in Steve's office and left the door open. She walked over to his desk and said, "So how's your bottom? Are you sore?"
He could see the mischief in her sparkling green eyes. He cleared his throat and said, "Yes, I am a little."
She held up her left hand and wiggled her pinky saying, "Let me see."
Steve raised his left hand, displaying her black pinky ring of submission. She smiled with approval and said, "Did you do as you were told?"
He immediately knew what she meant. He reached down and fully opened his drawer. She stepped around his desk and looked in, seeing her strapon dildo and the box of condoms next to the butt plug.
She reached down and closed the drawer then said, "Very good Steve. It pleases me when you do what you're told." He looked up at her and got a chill of excitement at her confident attitude.
She smiled at him, turned around and walked toward the couch. Steve's eyes roamed over her inspiring physique as her ass swayed. She turned and sat on the couch.
Emily had been reviewing Steve's schedule and found that he had vacation on his calendar. She wanted to verify his plans so she could decide how she would spend her time while he was out.
She said, "I noticed on your calendar that you have vacation scheduled the week after next."
Steve eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open. He said, "That's right I do. My wife and I..." he stopped speaking. He collected his thoughts and restated, "My uh, ex-wife and I, we had plans to go away for the week. I forgot to cancel."
She smiled thoughtfully and said, "What's the destination?"
He said, "Oh, we were just going to spend the week on Nantucket Island, just off the coast. We, or I guess I, own a modest little house there."
He looked out the window and said, "It's where we went for our honeymoon. We liked it so much we built a vacation home there."
Emily had a thought and smiled. She said, "You can still go. I'll let you take me."
Steve looked at her and said, "Oh, Emily I don't think that would be uh..."
She stood and walked over to his desk and said, "Tell me Steve. Who make the decisions involving me and you?"
He clasped his hands together and fingered the black silicone ring. He responded quietly, "You do. You make decisions about you and me."
"Exactly right Steve," said Emily smiling triumphantly. She thought for a moment and said, "Tell me, do you like the idea of spending a week with me; together every minute of the day... and night. I presume you'd be open to sharing your bed with me?"
He looked at her sexy body and nodded, saying, "Yes, it's a king size bed. Actually it's a four poster, canopy bed."
"It sounds wonderful," said Emily thoughtfully, "Are we flying or taking a ferry?"
Steve was stunned. The idea of sharing a bed with Emily was an impossible fantasy. He could barely think clearly to answer her question. "A ferry," said Steve, "It's a car ferry that way we don't need to rent a car."
"Perfect," said Emily, "No need to change the name on a plane ticket right?"
Steve paused uneasily and said, "Uh yeah, that's right."
She smiled and said, "Yay, this will be so much fun. We can portray a wealthy CEO and his young girlfriend."
Steve's mind drifted to the idea of traveling out of town with his sexy and dominant young intern. He involuntarily smiled. She noticed and said, "You like the idea don't you Steve?"
He was silent for a moment then he nodded and said, "Well, if I'm being honest, I do like it."
"Good," said Emily with a broad smile on her face, "I like it too. I'll put the vacation on my calendar. Thanks for inviting me."
Steve nodded and said, "Okay; uh, yes, you're welcome."
He was replaying what just happened. Did he invite her, wasn't it her idea? He was happy they were going together but he wasn't sure it was appropriate. Then again their relationship had leaped past appropriate, long ago.
She walked over to the open door and stopped in the doorway. She turned back to Steve and said, "I'll be at my desk if you need me... sir."
He looked at her and she winked. Her term of respect was obviously a thinly veiled obfuscation of the truth. They both knew that she was actually the superior.
Steve set about his day and tried to pretend everything was normal. He realized he was living a new normal. Of course, he was still the CEO of Driftstone and had vast responsibilities regarding the businesses. His "new normal" involved his personal life. His sexy intern had him squarely under her thumb. Just the thought of it caused his penis to stir.
Out of necessity he managed to shift his thoughts to work. In the meantime Emily was at her desk, preparing for Monday when her other toy, Mark, would be at her disposal. She realized she would have to decide how Mark should spend his time while she and Steve were out of town. She decided to fill up his week with training; some necessary but much of it just to keep him busy. It occurred to her that she could have him clean her apartment as well. After all, he worshipped the ground she walked on and would do anything she said.
As the day dragged on, Steve had difficulty being productive. After all, he had essentially been raped the night before, and not even been allowed to have a proper orgasm. Plus, he had two different sex toys in his desk, a strapon dildo and a butt plug. Those alone would result in significant humiliation if they were discovered. He thought to himself, "Is there a company policy against having sex toys in your possession?" He shook his head and said out loud, "Damn, I need to focus."
Around 4:30pm he had reached a lull in work and he walked out to Emily's desk. He stood there and waited for her to acknowledge him. He was hoping for some "personal interaction" with her. The idea of Emily rubbing her stocking covered foot on his tormented cock sounded good. He knew it would leave him with blue balls, but any attention from Emily was worth a little discomfort.
Finally, without looking up she said, "Yes?"
