As Ally walked into his office, she was both excited and nervous. The people in HR had warned her about her new boss. That he was very strict, liked things a certain way, and was very demanding. She hoped to catch on quickly. She walked in with his coffee, black is what she had been told.
He muttered under his breath and sighed. He had been gone for two weeks and came back to a desk full of work and a new secretary. She walked out after setting his coffee down. He glanced up as she walked out. She was of average build with large breast and brown hair, but her eyes were what were remarkable to him. They were a greenish-blue, but something was missing that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
He buzzed for her to come into his office. He paid attention to her clothing, nothing impressive but he visualized her in an unbuttoned shirt, lacy bra, short skirt, and black high heels. He would have her at his feet, serving him. It had been a while since he had a submissive, maybe it was time again.
As she sat down across from him she tried to avoid his eyes, but they were so dark it was hard for her not to stare into them. He was very distant and it was impossible to read him. As he started dictating the things he wanted her to do, she watched his mouth and all she could think of was his mouth on her. She felt her nipples harden under his tongue, the tingle of her skin as he kissed her neck. As Ally drug her attention back to his face. He was staring at her and could tell she wasn't listening to him.
He had asked a question that she didn't answer. As he looked up from his file he noticed she was blushing and he wondered what she was thinking about. He asked her the question again and she just sat there. This will never work. Some rules will have to be set.
The next morning Mr. Johns called Ally into his office as soon as she arrived. He instructed her to close the door behind her. He would have to be careful to get the information he wanted. He started with casual conversation. "Let's get to know each other a bit since we will be working together," Mr. Johns stated.
"Yes, sir." Ally replied.
He thought that is a good response, it is certainly going in the right direction. After a brief conversation, Mr. Johns stood and walked around his desk. He came to stand right in front of her and leaned against his desk. She would not make eye contact with him. "Look at me Ally!" He waited for her eyes to meet his. They were grayish blue today. He could see her pain and a desire to be seen in them. After a moment he instructed her on what her duties were for the day and sent her on her way.
He did some checking and ran through her social media and dug as much as he could into her. It would seem that his conclusions about her were right; her social media revealed she had lost her husband a few years ago. The look in her eyes was what drew him in but there was something there. Something he had not seen in a long time and he wondered if she even recognized that side of herself. He wanted to pursue this further. He felt it was worth it, she was worth it; plus the demons in him were scratching at the surface and he wanted to play some.
Later that afternoon after everyone had left he called Ally into his office. She had done good work today and he wanted to be sure to let her know. She needed to be built up and he was going to see if his presumptions were right. As she walked in he asked her to take a seat. Everyone was gone so he left the door open. "Ally, you did an excellent job today, I like the way you work." As he watched her response he saw a tiny sparkle that he could see in her eyes all of the sudden. Then that flash of what he thought was there was gleaming back at him. He felt a little excitement at the thought of a babygirl in his life again. He longed to nurture that side of her.
As Ally sat and listened to him, she had such a hard time focusing. He was watching her very intently. She had never had someone look at her the way he did. She felt a stir of emotions that she had never felt before. She was immediately drawn to him from the first moment she met him. He was very intriguing and intense. She watched his mouth move as he talked. She focused on the way his mouth would feel on her, on her neck, on her nipples, down her body to her pussy. It had been so long since she had been with someone who could make her orgasm. She had been with several men recently but none could make her orgasm. She longed for her soul to be touched. She noticed she was wet just hearing his voice. She listened to him talk about himself some and about the job he did there. She listened to his words. No one has ever told her she was doing a good job. She had worked so hard for so long just doing what was necessary, what was expected of her.
As he talked he watched her responsiveness, her breathing, and the movements of her body as she adjusted in the chair. He watched for all the classic signs. She was submissive and he wondered if she had ever submitted to anyone before. He wasn't sure he wanted to take on a new submissive. He had strayed away from long-term relationships for a few years and he had felt the darkness heavier of late. But he felt a draw to her. There was something different here and he just couldn't help himself. It was the weekend and he had a ride to go to. He enjoyed riding very much. It gave him the time alone to think through things. He had isolated himself for a long time but he lived by his rules and that's the only way he did things.
